04) What Are You Doing Here?
You wake up to the anvil's song
and a distant flicker of fire's shine.
Shaking cold from your sleeping limbs,
you gather together and start to climb.
As you spiral up to the rhythm
you feel the spill of light on your face.
At the threshold, you meet a lady
who asks you why you've come to this place.
(chorus)
Some have come to find a song.
Some have come to sing along.
Some to lend a listener's ear,
but what are you doing here?
Strip off winter's heavy mantle.
She will not long be left standing bare.
Soon, the sunlight's inspiration
will paint her with garlands of green to wear.
Sit beside her at the fire
and taste the gifts that she gives this night,
for the table is the hearthside
when the meal is a feast of light.
(chorus)
Listen to her as she sings the song.
This is the sort of gift you pass along.
Warmth returns, and with it you can feel
the hardened wounds of winter start to heal.
There's a candle's glow within you
that's drawn directly from the flame
in this font of new beginnings
kept by the Lady, who calls your name.
As she strikes the steel of winter,
she scatters earth with the sparks of spring.
Tended well, each seed of light
will yield up fire, come this quickening.
(chorus)
(© 2005 by Colin Halyk)
(Ritual Sacrifice Of Moffat Refigerator - Mark)
(Drum Solo performed by a/the singular Mr. MALCOLM XERXES.)