Ritual of Weeping Suns

(ahhhh-ohhh-ahhh) Beneath the hollow oak we trace the ancient sign

Your hand in mine,

untangling the thread of time

In the shadow of the stone,

our hearts align

Bound by the ritual,

the dark design (ahhh-aaah-ahhh)

We watch the embers turn to silver

in the grass

Nocturnal shadows whisper that the night will pass

Two souls entwined, beyond the veil of grey

(ooh-aaah-ooh-aaah) In the shadow of the stone,

our hearts align

Bound by the ritual,

the dark design (ahhh-aaah-ahhh) (ahhhh-ohhh-ahhh)