Magna Carta - Ring Of Stones

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The painted face of evening
shrouds the sleeping day
And voices in the twilight
murmur low
The trees that lean toward the sky
shake their weathered bones
And timeless magic lingers here
among the ring of stones
Like circles on the water
beneath the rising moon
The churchbell tolls the fading notes
of time
A fallen king of long ago
sleeps the years alone
And a night wind hums a requiem
among the ring of stones
And on a stairway to Valhallah
its steps of burning gold
With a servant of a lifetime at his side
with a dagger and a coat of steel
to see him on his way,
on his way
Diana sails her sea of cloud
above her silver bowl
The spirits of the darkness
fill the air
And me I’m just a travelling boy
many miles from home
And they say the Devil walks the road
beneath the ring of stones