"SIGNAL STEPPE"

(t-k-t-k) Through the ancient iron

reed

Frozen

breath and living seed

Carve the pathway in the stone

Wire and marrow, skin and bone

(shhh-ha) Seven turns before the sun

Count the cycles one by one

Rise across the steppe and clearing

Sound the wire, the signal nearing

Steel and timber intertwine

Running through the forward line!

(tik...

tak...) No ground

yields

Across the frozen fields Break the

pattern, turn the gear Nothing hollow resting here

(hey,

hey)

Strike the gourd, ignite the string Listen to the iron

spring

Rise across the steppe and clearing

All the distant boundaries nearing! (hooo-ah!)