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