Lyrics Circle of Stones - Abhor

Circle of Stones

Dancing around the fire
Surrounded by fog
A circle of ancient trees
A circle of stones
Wise men in the purple woods
Hands to Heaven
Eyes to Mother Earth
Barefoot on wet grass
Worshiping the lord of the nine angels
The order of true purity
Altar of hidden truth
The mirror of God
Reflection of freedom
Ceremony of opposites
Sacrificing precious gifts
I invoke the spirit of the hill
Remembering the mists of time
In the age of the Great Cold
You taught me to understand
Reaching the ancient knowledge
Now I’m alone, and I open the door to eternity
In thy honor, I open the door to another world
The age of the Great Cold