Chants of the Meowadena

Ancient rings bind the unseen

Spirits circle in the sphere (ahhh)

Threads of light

weave the circle tight

Resonance calls from below

Ring of binding hold me near

Meow heart beats the spell so clear

Protect the sphere

with ancient tone (ohhh)

Shadows flee the resonant call

Solomonic tones anchor all (hummm)

In the sphere we find our place

Meow and bass in sacred grace

Ring of binding hold me near

Meow heart beats the spell so clear

Protect the sphere with ancient tone (yeah)

Sphere closes soft and slow

Resonance fades to afterglow