When the dark comes rising
Six shall turn it back
Three from the circle
Three from the track
Wood, iron, bronze, fire, water, stone
Five will return and one go alone
Iron for the birthday
Bronze carried long
Wood from the burning
Stone out of Song
Fire from the candlering
Water from the Thaw
Six signs the circle
And the grail gone before
Fire on the mountain,
shall find the harp of gold
Played to wake the sleepers
Oldest of the Old
Power from the grennwitch
Lost beneath the sea
All shall find the light at last
Silver on the tree











