Lyrics
Come, brightest moon, you are calling me, This is the line to the heart, the sound of inner voice...
The Poet etches while Sun sleeps,"there is fear in this place...amongst the tumbled stones....this is the birth of Winter Dawn".
Thank you, beloved Goddess for rescuing my soul, for now I am singing to the tune of the night.
Come, brightest moon to the dance of your children,
let the all-flowing ether immerse us, let the abyss seem as home.
Old Albion sleeps while Hibernia wrestles with the new,
This is the birth of Winter Dawn,
This is the line to the Heart.
This is the sound of Inner Voice,
Here comes the White Ray.
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