In the canyon deep where the nightly winds sigh,
A lone rider moves,
neath a starry sky,
Shadows dance and twist in the pale moonlight,
Guiding him onward,
through the endless night.

A tale is reborn,
a saint turn as the seven seas,
The breeze blows and all time stands still,
Riding underneath the stars above the fiery winds,
To the mystical land,
as the forgotten legend leaves.

The shadows of the moon,
they call my name,
Crows travel through my mind,
as the sun goes away,
And when midnight comes,
they fly away into the dark.

Whispers on the wind of crows so dark and wise,
Three-legged legends under moonless skies,
Every step he takes,
echoes of their cries,
Leading him forward,
where the secret lies.

In the heart of the night with a crows black cry,
He faces his fears neath a watchful sky,
The mighty gaze from high above,
Guiding him forward,
through shadows of love.

The shadows of the moon,
they call my name,
Crows travel through my mind,
as the sun goes,
away,
And when midnight comes,
they fly away,
into the dark.

Deeper still he rides,
where the whispers grow,
To the canyon's heart where the shadows show,
There he finds the truth in the crows dark glow,
And the wisdom of the ages,
in the nightly winds blow.

As the dawn breaks clear,
he rides with the truth,
The shadows fade away and the sunlight is proved,
For the canyon keeps its secrets and its tales untold,
For another to find,
where the crows still hold.

The shadows of the moon,
they call my name,
Crows travel through my mind,
as the sun goes away,
And when midnight comes,
they fly away into the dark.