Oo the trees speak or am I insane
Images touching the veins of my heart
I will run as a ghost afraid to live
Fast as a hawk a wave that hunts the

Smallest fish cold is my skin this must
Be life after all the earth must be round.
In a night-ride across the Owl mountains
Oo the owls speak of winds that will come
Carry the incense from worlds into fire
Daughters that lost the one and only desire

And suddenly a luck of odor.
In a night-ride across the Owl mountains
Everything’s stopped like someone died
The leader of black must left for the skies
He and the stars IXCHEL goddess of the
Moon CHAAC the great god of rain
In a night-ride across the Owl mountains.