In the hour of the fading sun Old songs can be heard Over the moors in the ash and oak Where the spirits heed their words
The lone hymns that were weaved and spun Before the age of fern Felt on the air by the hands of those Whose crying hearts still yearn
Orphic rites of the mystic Communion with the Gods
The heart is pulled in rapture By the currents of the ocean The fragrance of cedar passes By lantern lit devotion
The pulse of the clamoring drum Mimic the flames growing faster As the spirits of night listen And the owls surrounding answerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
