High upon the hillside
In search of the arcane
I took a sip of soma
To ward away the pain
Widdershins I wandered
Round the barrow mound
I heard a rhythm beating
Somewhere underground
All around me they stood
Tall and moss-grown
It was then that I knew
I was not alone
What ancient power was calling me home?
I stood inside the circle
And heard the song of the stones
As the Moon was rising
An doorway opened wide
Drawn toward the darkness
I found myself inside
There within the shadows
I saw them worshipping
They bowed before their master
In the court of the barrow king
All around me they stood
As the moor-fires burned
Then it was that I knew
I would not return
What ancient power was calling me home?
I stood inside the circle
And heard the song of the stones
Can you hear the stones
Calling you back home?
