from conquered emptiness
they rise
sad, ancient songs
for crimson moon
burning so hard
its light so clear
ever guiding
the tides through gloom
inspiring the drunken bard
to sing of death and dispel fear
enchanted by the beverage cold
with curses their foes they loom
the menhir loses yet a shard
while wind and sea play music dear
the tides through waves peacefully dance
fate's seen in entrails of a loon
the carved signs memories guard
of ancient times I feel so near...