Witchfire and Runesong

(huuuuummmm) (heeeeyaaa) She draws a circle in the soil

With rowan wood and ancient oil

He carves the rune of protection deep

Before the mountain giants leap

When the ash tree starts to bend

To the cold wind we ascend

Bound by wood and carved in bone

We are never truly alone (heya heya hooo)

He speaks

to crows that fly above

Not of war

and not

of love

But of the frost

that eats

the seed

And of the spirits

we

must feed

We call the rain,

we call the fire

Burning on a sacred pyre (hoooo) (aaaahhh)

When the ash tree starts to bend

To the cold wind we ascend

Bound by wood and carved in bone

We are never truly alone (heya

heya hooo)

Bound in bone... (huuuuummmm)