Invocation by Native Wildlife Lyrics
(A Man and His Muse)
I’m not in this place, I’m far away. And though you see me here, this form is just a shade. No more than words or wind, I’m ethereal, incorporeal, fading
You’re not in that place, that brick and wooden cage. Under dim skies, in distant twilight. No, you’re not in that place. In harsh snowfall, across black ice
No neither you nor I. So when I say I’m right there beside you, that’s no empty comfort. No, I mean every word I say
Sing to me. Sing to me of Men and rage, war and holy things! Muse, sing to me. Sing! And sing despair. If you sing anything, sing despair
I’m not in this place, I’m far away. And though you see me here, this form is just a shade. No more than words or wind, I’m ethereal, incorporeal, fading
You’re not in that place, that brick and wooden cage. Under dim skies, in distant twilight. No, you’re not in that place. In harsh snowfall, across black ice
No neither you nor I. So when I say I’m right there beside you, that’s no empty comfort. No, I mean every word I say
Sing to me. Sing to me of Men and rage, war and holy things! Muse, sing to me. Sing! And sing despair. If you sing anything, sing despair