| Climb up on the hill, and let my beating heart be still
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| Touch the wood of the Oak tree, and feel it’s spirit enter me
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| With the guidance of the moon, I make my way into the room
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| Of the lonely cottage there, I join the circle and prepare
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| Berry Wood is still, as I make my way downhill
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| The silence disappears, as the incantation rears
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| I feel the scourge upon me now, in the shade of the Oak tree
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| In this witching hour yeah, the New Forest it feels our power
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| The scourge and the kiss
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| I look at my Priestess
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| Her black velvet cloak
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| Falls to the ground
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| The ritual is cast around
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| Listen to the secrets of the English autumn rain
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| As it soaks into the ground, and it wakes me from my dream
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| May I know the mysteries, of my endless time on Earth
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| As I travel through the sphere, yes it’s beautiful in here
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| The scourge and the kiss
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| I look at my Priestess
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| Her black velvet cloak
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| Falls to the ground
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| The ritual is cast around
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| Silhouetted in white
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| Stands the lady of the green glade
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| A lost sound, engulfs me
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| Like chimes ringing through the deep mist
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| Silhouetted in white
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| Stands the lady of the green glade
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| A lost sound, engulfs me
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| Like chimes ringing through the deep mist |