Masters of the Field (Générique début)

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