I made a war band out of clay
Shaped the mold of her
Gave them magic powers
And burned them in the fire
Burrowed them beneath the roots
I hid them under the stone

I carved a tiny ship of oak
Sewed the sails of leather
I breathed life into the sails
I dug the man o' war
The tiny galley I concealed
Anchored it under the bank

I scoured the skies at ghost birds fly
Listen the sea bite high
At dusk I studied whispering winds
By night I wandered away
To seek advice from lightless lands
When the death advised me thus

When skies turn black with acrid smoke
When cries of pain howling the wind
Conjure those you've shaped of clay
Invoke those burnt in the fire

I scoured the skies at ghost birds fly
Listen the sea bite high
At dusk I studied whispering winds
By night I wandered away

The skies turned black with acrid smoke
The forests burned to the ground
Cries of pain howled in the wind
I dug the war band from their burrows
Take back the oak and man o' war
Send not your mother back

The ship that sailed for open seas
Vanished in the horizon
Flew on back, perched in the fire

When clouds will clear and sky turns blue
And green water hung once more
When wind will bring rain of life
And I is safe once more
Summon them those you made of clay
Call back those burnt in fire

I made a war band out of clay
Shaped the mold of her

I scoured the skies at ghost birds fly
Listen the sea bite high
At dusk I studied whispering winds
By night I wandered away
To seek advice from lightless lands
When the death advised me thus
At dusk I studied whispering winds
By night I wandered away