Upon the megalith, under an solstice sun
A druidess celebrates rituals of faith
Calling forth a voice from the depths
Of the archive of our human earth
Collective hymns and rhythms of memory
With gathered sacred moments of praise
The druidess leader is singing, leading voices
She wears Holly in her braids
Her tribe is emotional, moved by the ritual
The wisdom of the Druidess resonates
She is moved by energy in that moment
Absolutely beautiful is this Gaia's child
And she longs to return to the wild
As it is found deep within her now
She sorrows as modernity beckons
All humanity facing a dire reckoning
How we've forgotten our roots
The loss of our origins
And our modern dreams
Will steal our purpose
