Our Lady of the Darkness calls us with her tune.

Shifting to an icy laughter like the laughter of

the moon.

Deep inside the hive they are.

Dancing in the blaze I am joining the stampede

Thanks.

We are running up Clouds Hill.

We are running up Cloutshill

We will form the circle bathed in magic.

greet at dusk we will

But we will be with the chosen few, I feel it.

We are running up

Clouds Hill.

We are running up Clouds Hill

Running up Clouds Hill

We are running up Clouds Hill

Clubs.

What's this?

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.