Peace becomes fire Still beneath night Raven, sing Words of the sky Mind cast alone For knowledge in my bones Whisper, wind Secrets that I hold Ancient wind, show me now Kindle the fire and dispel The thundering skies behind my brow So I might give unto this world The throne of your mind In great knotted pine You must claim Thus spoke the wind The storm of your soul Across wide valleys rolls You must tame Thus spoke the wind Ancient wind, show me now Kindle the fire and dispel The thundering skies behind my brow So I might give unto this world