Staying when I shouldn't
Going when I should
My armour is cracked
But fight I know I would

Wouldn't it be easier If we just could
leave it all behind and go live in the wood
If I could I would
Standing where no one stood
alone in the wood

They can't reach me here
and I am lifted of fear
I've held them far to near
and I am ready for the cure

So I do my gypsy dance
and take my final stance
In lamination of the moon
my power will be here soon