Feel the summer cold, burn the wood again
It will warm our thoughts as we circle it
They will clean the ash, pour the water in
Gather cult and mass, the days are along again, along again
Oh, can you hear her name?
Oh, can you hear them sing?
Oh, can you hear her name?
Oh, can you hear them sing?
Oh, can you hear her name?
Oh, can you hear them sing?
Oh, can you hear her name?
Oh, can you hear them sing?
