In the forests of night,
When sister stars can fall,
When wolf packs sing their flight,
And great, wise owls call,
When silent treetops sway,
And creatures of daylight sleep,
When children kneel to pray,
And Willows still do weep,
When moonlight rains its beams
Upon the sleeping Earth,
When nothing is as seems
And home is filled with mirth,
What once was lost
Is found again…
From a time none dos’t
Remember when…
From fires of peat,
Ancient, will then…
Light the darkness beat,
And age-old magic shall rise again.