Moon over Borneo

gather near o’ kinfolks mine
by the fire's glow let's hear the chant
sacred circle and holding hands
let spirit's call from ancient mind
guidance we seek from realms of yore

wise ancestors’ spirits of old
your wisdom we seek  for knowledge be
may the veil of time gently shift
guide us enlighten us o' wise one
we summon powers of the divine

we chant our mantra from earth's deep
incantations to scour the heavens high
we call upon the spirits  from high
visions be granted our wishes be
darkness banish our sights be clear

as the sighs of gods
from mountain high
awaken to nurture nature more
our chants be heard
our sacrifices received

blood we anoint the soil
to fertile land we plant
the rice and ears of corn
be laden and heavy
under the sky over Borneo