wreds nest!
wreds nest!
Ancients of The Mounds!
Dark moon sad and lonely spirits on the earth are roaming,Elders say best beware tonight the magic brings dispare.
Ancestors fires burn red and blue there is a strangness in the air,the wolves are calling low and eerie sending chills through all that hear them.
Stay inside on this night of madness owl sits and watches,see him there in the pine keeping wide his strange yellow eyes.
Messenger he is in truth wise and wiley but seldom good,today eagle dropped from the sky there seemed no reason he could not fly.
Terror rides upon the wind what stalks tonight is not of men,little ones in darkness cower this is a night of no fire.
Soon the new day will be dawning stay together a little longer,silent footsteps in the forest medicine man sings his prayers shakes his rattles for protection.
Softly the drums keep beating can you hear the old ones singing,keening sounds on the wind what walks there is no friend.
Screaming sounds cause all to jump not one of the children or women but panther talking,so many things out of place all feel the power building.
Though the warriors all stand ready it is no human they would be facing,the ancients from the mounds are playing tricks on their Tsalagi brothers!
granny!
Ancients of The Mounds!
Dark moon sad and lonely spirits on the earth are roaming,Elders say best beware tonight the magic brings dispare.
Ancestors fires burn red and blue there is a strangness in the air,the wolves are calling low and eerie sending chills through all that hear them.
Stay inside on this night of madness owl sits and watches,see him there in the pine keeping wide his strange yellow eyes.
Messenger he is in truth wise and wiley but seldom good,today eagle dropped from the sky there seemed no reason he could not fly.
Terror rides upon the wind what stalks tonight is not of men,little ones in darkness cower this is a night of no fire.
Soon the new day will be dawning stay together a little longer,silent footsteps in the forest medicine man sings his prayers shakes his rattles for protection.
Softly the drums keep beating can you hear the old ones singing,keening sounds on the wind what walks there is no friend.
Screaming sounds cause all to jump not one of the children or women but panther talking,so many things out of place all feel the power building.
Though the warriors all stand ready it is no human they would be facing,the ancients from the mounds are playing tricks on their Tsalagi brothers!
granny!
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