By Dun Ringill
At the heels of a soft prayer
By Dun Ringill
Slip the night from a shaved pack
From a heaven home
Make a marked card play
Whispered
A concert of kings
As the white sea snaps
By Dun Ringill
And the storm watch brews
Down by Dun Ringill
In the wee hours I'll meet you
Till the force comes through
High above the highest bidder
We'll wait in stone circles
Oh, by Dun Ringill
Call twilight hours down
Lines joint in faint discord
In the wee hours I'll meet you
For the good Lord's throne
Oh, and I'll take you quickly
Down by Dun Ringill
Oh, and we'll watch the old Gods play