Ritual Vesper

(huuummmmmm) Under the cold black sky,

the soil is dry

and old

We walk the narrow path,

where ancient tales are told

Calling the shadows down,

hear the percussion beat

(down, down)

Earth beneath our feet

Whispers in the dark branch,

the rural shadows grow

An ancient ritual fire,

burning bright and low

Calling the shadows

down,

hear the percussion

beat (down, down)

Earth beneath our feet (ahhhh-hooo-ahhh) (huuummmmmm)