Lord Summerisle - Blood Ceremony

Oh, how now?

Harvest seeds in summer drown

The first of May on the 'morrow's light

Yet Gods on high bring ancient night

Autumn’s frost and winter’s balm

Have come and gone with arid sun

Will they dance with us this night?

The answer lies with Summerisle

We’ll sing to those whom we hold dear

Of orchard tombs where death lies near

Of barren earth and orphaned sun

Of crop-yields promised;

still to come

Will they dance with us this night?

The answer lies with Summerisle