Ban-druidh (The White Witch)

You are the porcelain, you are the waking dream
You’ve seen everything to be true
Beneath the veil, your thoughts and will prevail
Become real under the blue
This magic swells to ebb in a new abyss
This magic comes to fruit with a fleeting kiss
Cool whispers moving in for the kill

Below the raging sky have I railed for you
Beacons of near and nigh may ignite the truce
Shout toward the heavens high
Did you hear my plea?
Petition the frail moonlight and we’re free again

What is the secret here? Incant bereft of fear
Reciting psalm amidst a pale Moon
Those that assail, you weave between their hale
Stoneset, casting novel new rule
This magic swells to ebb in a new abyss
This magic comes to fruit with a fleeting kiss
Cool whispers moving in for the kill

Below the raging sky have I railed for you
Beacons of near and nigh may ignite the truce
Shout toward the heavens high
Did you hear my plea?
Petition the frail moonlight and we’re free again
Petition the frail moonlight and we’re free again