Like ghostly phantoms on the wind, they glide across the mire
Their white hair flows like silver webs, framing eyes of fire
The gentle throb of an ancient drum, no human ever made
Music only gods should hear, no human ever played

This ritual of the druids has been, the saviour of mankind
Unknown to them the price was paid by personal sacrifice
For all the wrongs that man has done, the piper must be paid
So he can sleep eternally peacefully in his grave

From where they come and where they go, or why they have to be
Mans mind can't hope to comprehend the sheer complexity
Stonehenge has been their meeting place, as far as man can tell
Birth of myths and legends, the gateway to Hell

Man has always thought of them as priests or holy men,
Mortal beings that live and die never to rise again
Unknown to man their astral form still haunt the ancient ruins
No one ever understood the power of the druids

I'm standing by the Altar stone, standing here all-alone
Who can I turn to where can I run to
I watch them slowly walk away as night turns into another day
No one to turn back, no one will come back for me
Take me if you want to, take me if you need to,
Take me if you have to, take me

Dawns light on the altar marks, the end of another rite
Their spaceship glistening in the sun slips slowly out of sight

Mans fate assured his conscience clear in the eyes of other men
His slate is clean the bill was paid by the death of one of them
Guide me and lead me help me through this night,
Take me and show them but let them see some light!