Clear light on a slick palm as I mis-deal the day Slip the night from a shaved pack make a marked card play Call twilight hours down from a heaven home high above the highest bidder for the good Lord's throne In the wee hours I'll meet you down by Dun Ringill - watch the old gods play by Dun Ringill
We'll wait in stone circles 'til the force comes through lines joint in faint discord and the Stormwatch brews a concert of Kings as the white sea snaps at the heels of a soft prayer whispered In the wee hours I'll meet you down by Dun Ringill - take you quickly by Dun Ringill