We set forth A retinue With steed and cart So we roved the land Stealthily We sallied out To find new shores As the passage led
Set sail, ye hearts Into the sea of hope The druid blessed This mount froseen We grudged no pains We faced distress Yet a glowing wick Kindles fire...
Alike a liminal place A dormant beacon we faced The haven foretold A fortress of ages to come
At the rise of a new dawn Woke the daughter of the sun Wafted on black wings Vastly soaring boding skies
We followed The rites of old As we stock out The ordained new land We held our breath As the skies got black And a storm arose A swarm of crows
Lo and behold! The black birds branched out A circle wide In the riven skies They lined the nemeton Of the fulgent hill and again, and again, and again The presage witnessed
