Ban-druidh (The White Witch) کے بول

You are the porcelain, you are the waking dream You've seen everything to be true Beneath the veil, your thoughts and will prevail Become real under the blue This magic swells to ebb in a new abyss This magic comes to fruit with a fleeting kiss Cool whispers moving in for the kill Below the raging sky have I railed for you Beacons of near and nigh may ignite the truce Shout toward the heavens high Did you hear my plea? Petition the frail moonlight and we're free again What is the secret here? Incant bereft of fear Reciting psalm amidst a pale Moon Those that assail, you weave between their hale Stoneset, casting novel new rule This magic swells to ebb in a new abyss This magic comes to fruit with a fleeting kiss Cool whispers moving in for the kill Below the raging sky have I railed for you Beacons of near and nigh may ignite the truce Shout toward the heavens high Did you hear my plea? Petition the frail moonlight and we're free again Petition the frail moonlight and we're free again