Masters of the Field

[Verse 1]
Up above, gathered
On a field of clouds
Crowded a lot
Down in the lowlands
Waiting for their time
Waiting and calling
Calling out for rain
To leave the skies
Down in the lowlands
Masters of the field

[Chorus]
Wings wide
Set in
The teeth
Of the wind, the
Old beasts
Feathered
Wild beasts
Masters of the fields

[Verse 2]
Eagle dancers
Wings that shape the wind
Carving the clouds into spirit
Sufis of the air
Dervish dancers
Summoning the sun
To tint the mist
Down in the lowlands
Masters of the field

[Chorus]
Wings wide
Set in
The teeth
Of the wind, the
Old beasts
Feathered
Wild beasts
Masters of the fields
Masters of the fields
Masters of the fields