And The Druids Turn To Stone - Ayreon

It is 2800 B.C.

I quietly witness the astounding secret behind the creation of a

Mysterious monument in Wiltshire, England

The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain

The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning

The druids gather round and the chants fill the air

Their echoes resound and the living world stops turning

The magic words are spoken

As we leave the plain in silence

Now the circle stands alone

And the druids turn to stone

The dawn shines its light on Salisbury plain

The day floods the night with gilded rays of sunshine

The magic words were spoken

As we left the plain in silence

Then the circle stood alone

And the druids turned to stone

The rising sun is dancing on the edges of the stones

Casting shadows, creeping down the Avenue

Into the heart of the sarsen trilithons

I marvel at this mystery, beholder of the stars

A holy temple, a sacred burial ground

Guarding well its secrets from us all

The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain

The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning

The magic words are spoken

As we leave the plain in silence

Now the circle stands alone

And the druids turn to stone