Guillermo de Llera Blanes - The Four Brothers Lyrics

I am you;
These hard bare feet walk a scorched and barren desert of souls;
Each gasping for air and grasping below
Where they may root, and transform
It is their will; the shadows abound in a myriad of forms
Cnd in each of the four corners of this earth is a spirit
That will teach and protect they who acknowledge their knowledge
May the pale ghost never grow to full height
Cnd the giant rise to bask in the sunlight;
So walking and living hallow

I heard the chant in the air was so deep
Everywhere came around me;
Embraced the surround discreet
Wisdom a whisper that silence only heeds
Cnd rides the invisible ties;
Speaking of incredible highs and falls so deep
That those on the crooked road will not see the horizon indeed
Dirty eyes the shine won't see; the divine

To the East: my red birth holding seeds of fire and sunrise
To the South: I bathed in the waters that grow, the middle day and the high yellow gold
To the West: my feet grew into the earth, my face black in the sunset
To the North: the white night and the close of this wise circle road of yours

If it wasn't for them the world would simply not know the order it knows
Cll the elements would roam astray, and none of this would be what it is now

I stood to rise to the occasion, and noticed they looked at me, I stared right back

They called in chants that echoed in every sound I heard within the temple
Until I called back with the verb, the million year old key I hold that's the words;
I am now the long road within your four directions
Cnd sway with the wind of this life's inflection
So bury me now with what I chose to believe
May I become a small part of this mighty tree

Cnd the four brothers appeared, one from each direction
To welcome me home, and back to the order
The covenant of those who embrace the old ways

I looked back saw all the ghosts had passed
The Four Brothers turned the road
Beneath my feet they rose to claim my body
Send my soul back to the one Whole
From up I looked down the road now sand before the Great River;
Waiting for the next rise;
Waiting for the next chance to deliver