Masters of the Field Songtext
von Bruno Coulais

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

Wings wide, set in
The teeth of the wind
The old beasts feathered
Wild beasts
Masters of the fields


Eagle dancers
Wings that shape the wind
Carving the clouds into spirit
Surface of the air

Dervish dancers
Summoning the sun
To tint the mist, down in the lowlands
Masters of the field

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

Masters of the fields