Brother and sister, entwined in each other,
The maiden and son of the earth.
Romancing the stars and dancing in arms,
Take heed of Satan's preaching.
The darkness around, seeping in without sound,
Comes thither from darkly cloaked priests.
They seek in astound, this ritual ground,
To take it from ye as they please.

Mother and son, sitting side by one's side,
The mother and king of the earth.
Explaining the ways, and the mysteries they sway,
The teachings of the Druids of old.
The darkness around, seeping in without sound,
Comes thither from darkly cloaked priests.
They seek to astound, making mysteries anew,
The fraudulent tales they tell.

Wise one and horned one, the mourning of sound,
The crone and life of the earth.
Mourning the death, of the Stag King himself,
As you wither away in your years.
And the darkness around, seeping in without sound,
Comes thither from darkly cloaked priests.
They seek in astound, to rip out your heart,
As treason is called to your trial.

Dead children of Avalon, brother and sister,
The eternal children of the earth.
Rise once more, accept duty at once,
And live to tell tales anew.
The darkness around, seeping in without sound,
Comes thither from darkly cloaked priests.
They seek in astound, this ritual ground,
But never shall see in their haste.

--Winter 2001--