when dragons fly and demons sing...

when dragons fly the ancient skies
and demons sing their lustful cries
 

of her own free will
she’ll lay her down in the waters still
and pray to let them seep right in
way down deep where it all begins
soak right in to her very core
and open wide the flood gate door
where ancient seers have their say
if light will shine another day

when dragons fly the ancient skies
and demons sing their lustful cries

the painted bird...

oh mighty painted bird
hark these my loving words
 

spread you at my waiting feet
and on thy heart let me feast
then open wide your glory wings
and fly me to those crimson springs
lay me down in the rolling tides
till the gates of heaven open wide
enter in my heart’s deep cave
and come to me in rhythmic waves
where ancient voices have their way
and in my love you will stay

oh mighty painted bird
hark these my loving words

spread your wings
and with me sing