Dun Ringill Songtext
von Treebeard

Clear light on a slate morn
As I mis-deal the day
Pick the night from a shaved pack
Make a marked card play
Call twilight hours down
From the heaven home
High above the highest bidder
For the good lord′s throne


In the wee hours I'll meet you
Down by Dun Ringill
And we′ll watch the old gods play
Oh by Dun Ringill
Oh by Dun Ringill

We'll wait in stone circles
Till the force comes through
Lines join in faint discord
As the storm watch brews
A concert of kings
As the white sea snaps
At the heels of a soft prayer
Whispered


In the wee hours I'll meet you
Down by Dun Ringill
And I′ll take you quickly
Oh by Dun Ringill
Oh by Dun Ringill