Paroles de Dun Ringill

Spoken Intro: (Lines join in faint discord and the stormwatch brews a concert of kings as the white sea snaps at the heels of a soft prayer whispered.....) Clear light on a slick palm as I mis-deal the day. Slip the night from a shaved pack make a marked card play. Call twilight hours down from a 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. Oh, and we'll watch the old gods play by Dun Ringill, by Dun Ringill. We'll wait in stone circles 'til the force comes through. Lines join in faint discord and the stormwatch 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. Oh, and I'll take you quickly by Dun Ringill, by Dun Ringill, by Dun Ringill.