Red Blood, Clay and Dust Lyrics

they were called The Dreaming Ones
Of Red Blood, Clay and Dust
called to return from whence they left
for they left without a trace

they were called The Bird Tribes
Keepers of Records and Time
old Shining Eyes
of the Ten Spheres
old Shining Eyes
of the Twelve Tribes

patterns of The Ancient Ones
wove weave worlds
where stories spun
across the span of star mapped lines
into the earth
the Great Design

upon the fabrics
they left the words
in petroglyphs
in mathematics
formed sacred shapes
in Solar Prophecy
they left us threads
to Find