From the bog I pull a bone Flowers entwined, green roots its tomb Felled giants and splintered limbs lie all around This fire burnt out long ago Ash overgrown with moss The circle lies dormant A raven call from deep in the woods Echoes over the gentle waves Shell fragments cut the sand but not my feet Rocks shattered amidst the storm Flames arise and burn away winter's freeze This place shall be born again From the scars of our blistered emotion Comes winter's last fire As the sun wanes to the sorrows of the day I pierce my side to see To rule this throne of sleep Gather unto me the stars forever light The nightly magic of the moon A dance between aeons This is the weight of water The way of storms Raised in darkness to burn the sun You guide me through the storm To see the solstice fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
