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When the mist falls low on the standing stones,
And the earth remembers ancient bones,
We light the fire, we speak no names,
For the wind still knows our hidden flames.

Through oak and ash the whispers run,
Of battles lost and battles won,
The drums of hills begin to call,
As shadowed stars start slow to fall.

Raise your voice to the moonlit sky,
Hear the old gods passing by,
In blood and root, in wave and flame,
We are bound by more than name.

Oh sing the song the circles know,
Where time stands still and rivers slow,
By iron vow and sacred ground,
The old magic still is found.

In raven’s cry and stag’s command,
The spirits walk this living land,
Through silver rain and emerald fire,
We rise, reborn, from ancient pyre.

If dawn should break and we are gone,
The stones will stand, the song lives on,
For heart and earth and sky are one,
Till the final drum is done.