Moondance - Summoning

Right in the dark

Flames burn the glade

You’ll die, before we can try

The blood aprise, shall not worry

Your turn to pray

You must not die

In this place we’re all, we’ll be alone

But we pray and lord will grant us life

That’s all I’ll be

Break my spell

Right, but late

Called at the gates of

Place of bewitched

Don’t worry now

The blood — a price

The shadows bouncing over me