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reclaimation of ritual
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Pang of Ulster Treading Ancient paths to sacred stone
Cast in the circle with ritual bones
with crimson ichor i call on my gods
To Peer through this melancholy facade
A looming apparition of sadness
Hangs above a world of madness
But under this cerulean sky
We spread our pagan wings and fly
When we rise from the ashes
To dance in purifying rains
Around the fires of our ancestors
Until our gods once again take the reins
For our lives are merely borrowed
In this world where mortality reigns
By skeletal hand we are followed
On the plane where mortality reigns
As we breathe deep natures spirit
It is our own it shall inherit
Under the light of a tell tale moon
Shedding the skin of our cocoon
Pounding drums resonate the night
Shadows dance by fires light
From ashes to the pall of smoke
Our ancestral spirits have awoke
