In a trance, under fever He is taken past the stars to the realm of souls A reunion of his ancestral lineage A promise of earthly rebirth "Dance for us and we will return! Forego the olden forms, know the Circle!" Astral vision brought to life He returns to teach the tribe A ritual Ghost Dance to summon those lost by war and famine A reverent display to restore all that's been removed Forming in circles and covered in war paint, invigorated With the beating of drums to guide their every move Dance to bring the harvest Dance to stop the end As the days and nights elapse, They all recite ancient prayers under the waning moon They call to elder souls to spare their doom He watches proudly as they step as one Yet as the winter approaches, he ponders when they'll come Fields unchanged, the tribespeople whisper Deprived of his power to speak with death Still the Ghost Dance remains Chants rising to the wind In a dream, out of darkness He is taken past the stars to a realm unknown Revelation of merciless deception Souls of the dead: shadow and myth "Dance for us and we will return!" Betrayed by the witch owl Broken Circle