In the moonlight's dimmer glimmer,
Night so black and fire so bright,
Garbed in hooded blackened shimmer,
Dance the spirits of the night.
Ask ye may,"Where do they come from?"
Ask ye may,"Where do they go?"
But answers surely there will be none
Of secret paths none others know.
From the hills and mounds they're calling,
Bright with orange light aglow,
With only flickering shadows falling
To the valleys down below.
So if your heart feels true desire;
If it only truth will bear;
If it sets your spirit afire,
A haunting melody you'll hear
They sing of days and years long vanished,
Times and memories long lost.
When souls from ages passed were banished
To pay the price, so dear a cost.
Then if you hear the spirit voices,
You've been chosen to attest.
Join the dance, there are no choices
Commune with them and be at rest.
There's nought to fear from dusk to dawning
Round the fire so warm and bright,
No harmful deeds, no evil spawning.
Be at ease till morning's light.
There's just a passing on of wisdom,
From a time of long ago,
To you who seemed to choose at random,
To be their voice for us to know.
As we are governed by our callings,
So tell their story far and wide.
To those who would berate their fallings,
We stand as guardians by their side.
