Ad Astra

Many years ago

I happened on a place

The shadows hanging low

I could make out his face

In an ancient mist

They gazed into the flame

Around a dying one

They chanted out a name

They looked up to the sky

Reciting ancient rites

The trees began to sway

Bathed in fluorescent light

The embers in their eyes

Fixed on the living dead

Motionless he rests

His skin was glowing red

"And as sure as we stand

When we call

With our four hands

For the one from above

Who will heal us

With a touch"

[sampled]

I wish I was a mole in the ground

Yes, I wish I was a mole in the ground

If I's a mole in the ground I'd root that mountain down

And I wish I was a mole in the ground