Hear the howling of wolves,
Provoking the night
With wild dances,
In the full moon light
Run with horned one,
To the hollow hills,
Hear the beating of hooves
In the night once still
Of dances in the bonfire light
I remember
Old voices singing in the night
I remember.
Speak to the shadows
Listen to the moon
Hear the silver crescent croon
Run to the crogan,
When midnight wails,
As she twists like a dragon
With scarlet scales.
Of fiery manes and emerald eyes,
I remember
Gazing deep within the fire,
I remember.
In the woodland mist,
In the early morn,
The eyes of night,
Greet the rise of dawn.
The full moon watches,
As the sun awakes,
And sees the reflection,
Looking into the lake.
Of dances in the bonfire light,
I remember
Old voices singing in the night,
I remember...
Of danes in the bonfire light,
I remember
Gazing deep within the fire,
I remember...
