The Gathering Chant
You’ve been running from the only thing you knew
Still you find rest within
that old darkness lingers in shadow

But the dead of the night it offers hallowed truth
And there’s a solemn sanctuary
Rescue from the weight you’ve carried, carried

So gather here, oh, gather now my child!
You are safe here from the wild…
And raise a chant that rises like a fire!
Your voice won’t tire!
Yeah we’re alive here!

There’s a hum that whispers traces of your death.
Evil creeps in from the woods.
Yeah that evil’s after you, after you…

So gather here, oh, gather now my child!
You are safe here from the wild…
And raise a chant that rises like a fire!
Your voice won’t tire!
Yeah we’re alive here!