Beneath the stillness of the slumbering sun,
Shadows dance, shadows prance, shadows...
Circle around the flame, the flame, the flickering flame, flickering...
Under the gaze of ancient eyes, the eyes, the knowing eyes, knowing...
You stand not alone, but within a circle, a ring, a sacred ring of whispers. Between the trees, the chittering of a life unseen, unseen, yet present...
Join the Circle