Lug-Dunum Lyrics

Deep within the most flattest of lands
Falls the valley at the brook's bend.
Coulee of essence we feed you our dead.
We absorb great powers through the circles
you've shed.

Follow the stones around and around.
We circle deiseal. It makes us proud.
The formations cover the grassy hills.
The formations conduit our eternal goals.

In focused awareness our wills grow strong.
The coulee reminds us to what we so long.
Our pagan fires burn on and on.
We burn a great bonfire under the sun.

Lugh. god of brightest fire and light,
Ever-burning Frogorach of solar might.
Our fire-worship is pure and solemn,
Opens the gates to Lug-dunum.

Lugh will your glory-stare
The bonfire cast it's burning glare.
Your light is inspired radiant darkness:
The Answer, spirit of our conquest.

We gather up stones and burn up the sky.
We await the unveiling of the eye.
Our fire-worship is pure and solemn,
Opens the gates to Lug-dunum.