Tell me true
Which are you
The spoke or the wheel
All that's dear
Dispel all fear
With you I am here
Now you can hear the sound
Better now stand your ground
Now all the signs are next
In the tree carved a hex
Now you hear the sound
Now you stand your ground
All the signs are next
The tree carved a hex
Tell me true
Which are you
The spoke or the wheel
What it means
Is unseen
What it seems unseen
Now they will look to you
To lead them they are so few
From the tribe breaking through
Savages painted blue
Now they look to you
For they are so few
The tribe breaking through
Faces painted blue
For all it holds
And all it bodes
Leading to all roads
Where you are
Wounds and scars
You have come so far
The Shaman has raised his voice
For the Buckdancers choice
Villagers kneel and pray
Black night will turn to day
Shaman raised his voice
The Buckdancers choice
So they kneel and pray
Black night turns to day
Tell me true
Which are you
The spoke or the wheel
The end is near
Dispel all fear
With you I am here
Tell me true
Which are you
The spoke or the wheel