High upon the hillside
In search of the arcane
I took a sip of Soma
To ward away the pain
Widdershins I wandered
Round the barrow mound
I heard a rhythm beatin'
Somewhere underground
All around me, they stood
Tall and moss-grown
It was then that I knew I was not alone
What ancient power was calling me home?
I stood inside the circle, and heard the song of the stones
As the moon was risin'
A doorway opened wide
Drawn toward the darkness
I found myself inside
There within the shadows
I saw them worshipping
They bowed before their master
In the court of the Barrow King
All around me, they stood
As the moor-fires burned
Then it was that I knew I would not return
What ancient power was calling me home?
I stood inside the circle, and heard the song of the stones
Can you hear the stones
Calling you back home?
Can you hear the stones
Calling you back home?
Can you hear the stones
Calling you back home?
Can you hear the stones
Calling you back home?
