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Like ghostly phantoms on the wind, they glide across the mire. |
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Their white hair flows like silver webs, framing eyes of fire. |
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The gentle throb of an ancient drum, no human ever made. |
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Music only gods should hear, no human ever played. |
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This ritual of the druids has been, the saviour of mankind. |
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Unknown to them the price was paid by personal sacrifice. |
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For all the wrongs that man has done, the piper must be paid. |
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So he can sleep eternally peacefully in his grave. |
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From where they come and where they go, or why they have to be. |
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Mans mind cant hope to comprehend the sheer complexity. |
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Stonehenge has been their meeting place, as far as man can tell. |
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Birth of myths and legends, the gateway to Hell. |
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Man has always thought of them as priests or holy men, |
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Mortal beings that live and die never to rise again |
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Unknown to man their astral form still haunt the ancient ruins |
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No one ever understood the power of the druids. |
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I'm standing by the Altar stone, standing here all-alone. |
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Who can I turn to where can I run to. |
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I watch them slowly walk away as night turns into another day. |
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No one to turn back, no one will come back for me |
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Take me if you want to, take me if you need to, |
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Take me if you have to, take me. |
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Dawns light on the altar marks, the end of another rite. |
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Their spaceship glistening in the sun slips slowly out of sight. |
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Mans fate assured his conscience clear in the eyes of other men. |
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His slate is clean the bill was paid by the death of one of them. |
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Guide me and lead me help me through this night, |
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Take me and show them but let them see some light! |
