• Ancient times ago
    In the land of Ireland
    Tween the mighty stones
    Known to the druids as
    The Ancient Grounds

    Three lowly figures
    Rose from the shadows
    Torches came to life
    Warted hands beheld them
    Light tickling the shadows

    Each pulled a tablet
    Complete of stone
    From the dark abyss
    In the depths
    Of their cloaks

    One by One
    each layed the stone
    Upon a rock
    A figure creeping behind
    Chisel and Hammer ready
    Raised to strike
    Rocks of the Ancient Grounds

    In turn
    Wraspy breaths
    Broke the crisp night
    Eyes gleaming
    From the haunting light

    They each rose
    Their voice above
    As the one before
    Rested his

    "Never fear the past
    It will haunt you
    And affect your future."

    "Never fear pain
    It will always then amplify
    And hurt those closest to you."

    "Never fear love
    It will seclude you
    And exile you to lonliness."

    The chisel tapped
    In time to the words
    And embedded themselves
    To the everstanding
    Ancient Grounds

    Laws of Life

    Druids venture
    To their homeland
    And pilgrim
    To see their laws

    These laws are not
    To be defied
    They were written
    By the wisest

    Lord of Past
    Lord of Pain
    Lord of Loss

    Their heirs remain
    And remind us
    Never to fear
    And to hold everything dear