We
take the hidden way
Between the fields of life
Long seeded by our past lament
Along the river bank
We cross the bridge to find
The woods where we held sacrament
Beyond the village
The clearing where we bade
The hallowed ground to claim
The offerings we made
The drumming in our ears
The blood we chose to shed
Will never let us be alone
Almost a lifetime
Has passed but still our dreams
Of hallowed ground recall the
Slow euphoric screams