Too many times have you split my visions Crossroad deviant Spirit crusher dream weaver Mother of the way worn Daughters of the wild Sons of the rivers You take them without mercy To the underworld you admire In cruel ways you present A magic touched by few Unknowns and twists Life of illusion One glance back before you leave Should we follow Shapeshifter Hold a candle to the spirit Should we follow Shapeshifter You laugh as branch’s bend