Horse Head Fiddle lyrics

(lament of the igil) I look for him in everywhere In everywhere i found him not Exhausted i sleep in steppe In the dream my gray horse spoke to me Find me neath the killing cliff Find me neath the killing cliff Hang my skull on the old larch tree Carve from its wood a two string fiddle Cover over with the skin of my face String my hair down the neck in place Weave together anger and grief Bow down bow down and sing I will return through you Strong and gray on mountain high His black and white faces go running by Strong and gray on mountain high He come with herd black faces wild