Spirit of albion

An isle so fair, a isle so green, known by many names. Feel the pulse, the pulse of the land, Blood boils within your veins. Someone go down to the Holy Well and raise the Spirits there! Lay a feather...

I remember yesterday, when I become the moon When all the stars came out to play, we danced away the gloom Circled 'round the ring of stones before they fell in ruin I can hear our voices still, when...