In circles made in Stone Age time
We sip the witch's brew.
For Ages past we sing in rhyme
Amid the moon lit hue.
The ways of old our path of light
Before the breath of Man
When Mother Earth in nature's sight
Revealed the sacred plan.
The rock we see in magma born
From deep within her core
From fire and ice the spirits spawn
And dwell inside the ore.
In circles made in Stone Age time
We sip the witch's brew.
For Ages past we sing in rhyme
Amid the moon lit hue.
The rage of nature left the scars
As seasons pass to years.
Each half as old as distant stars
The heart of Pagan seers.
To sunrise hail in hallowed tone
The coming day ahead
As sunsets greet the night in stone
The lunar light instead.
In circles made in Stone Age time
We sip the witch's brew.
For Ages past we sing in rhyme
Amid the moon lit hue.
For Ancient's cast to burning flame
We follow truths of old
In sacrifice to save our name
In blessings called to hold.
The magic ripples far and wide
As leylines meet in point
So powers older than the tide
Can Pagan rites anoint
In circles made in Stone Age time
We sip the witch's brew.
For Ages past we sing in rhyme
Amid the moon lit hue.
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
