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Thickening mist encircling the hill

An eerie song rides on the frosty gate

Fires are lit to drive the dark away

The druid is standing, in silence he prays...

The moon is reflected on dark icy lakes

Their waters are stirring to the arcane call;

Deep woods a' shiver when open the gates:

The mound yawns wide - out pour the Faery Folk...

In the ring of stones

We're invoking the Sidhe!

By the blood of the bull

We're invoking the Sidhe!

By the leaf of the oak

We're invoking the Sidhe!

In the ancient tongue

We're invoking the Sidhe!

Silver bells chime and stars fall in the sky;

The North Wind both wisher the name of the One:

The One who would cross into the realm

Of the Lordly Ones and dwell there are king...

Let me be the one of whom prophecy speaks

How yearn I to ride to the otherworld tonight!

Let me dance by their side in circle of light

For I'm in love with the queen - the queen of the Sidhe!

In the ring of stones

We're invoking the Sidhe!

By the blood of the bull

We're invoking the Sidhe!

By the leaf of the oak

We're invoking the Sidhe!

In the ancient tongue

We're invoking the Sidhe!