The Circle of stones

Agorwch y giât yn y diwrnod cyhydnos haf hwn(welsh)

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Built by ancient hands of old,

Under moonlight, grim and cold,

Druids chant to earth and sky,

Where the souls of ages lie.

Through the mist the shadows rise,

Ancient stars ignite the skies,

At midnight’s gate the spirits call,

Beyond the veil of mortal walls.

Whispers flow beneath the stone,

Through the roots of worlds unknown,

Mystic rivers, dark unseen,

Guardians of what has been.

Unknown forces, deep below,

Through the mighty stones they flow,

Stonehenge standing in the night,

Circle forged in firelight.

Death and life forever turn,

Through the sacred flames that burn,

From the ashes, reborn again,

Under stars of Stonehenge reign.

Winter fades into the rain,

Solar fires return again,

Heavens open, stars align,

Ancient powers now entwine.

Spiritual lines beneath the ground,

Echo with a hollow sound,

Druids raise their hands on high,

Calling storms across the sky.

Mother Earth, awaken now,

Hear the sacred ancient vow,

Through the stones the old blood flows,

Where eternal wisdom grows.

Fire dances, embers bright,

Voices rise into the night,

Circle endless, never dies,

Underneath the northern skies.

Darkened heavens!

Burning signs!

Cosmic forces now align!

Through the gateway spirits ride,

Between the worlds where dead abide!

Unknown forces, deep below,

Through the mighty stones they flow,

Stonehenge standing through all time,

Ancient temple, so divine.

Good and evil, death and birth,

Bound within the soul of earth,

The circle closes, light returns,

And through eternity it burns.

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The firmament forever bright,

Sacred flames embrace the night,

Druids whisper to the sky…

Stonehenge never dies.