Echoes Among The Standing Stones Poem by Dannais dde Daneann

By ancient stones where shadows fall,
We hear the echoes of their call.
Though mortal flesh may turn to dust,
In endless spirit, we shall trust!
In endless spirit, we shall trust!

Through silver mist on haunted moor,
Where old gods guard the secret door,
The wind still chants in tongue of old,
Of blood and fire and hearts so bold.
Of blood and fire and hearts so bold.

Beneath the moon's unblinking eye,
The ravens wheel across the sky,
Their sable wings in twilight cast
The woven threads of future and past.
The woven threads of future and past.

From standing stones to forest deep,
Where roots remember those who sleep,
No oath is lost, no flame undone -
The ancient line still carries on.
The ancient line still carries on.

So raise the blade, let banners rise,
Let starlight burn in watchful skies;
For though the mortal form must rust,
In endless spirit, we shall trust!
In endless spirit, we shall trust!