Sun, moon and stars dictate our inconsistent lives,
Words and incantations encompass our nations,
They constantly make their magic throughout the night,
Bell, book and candlelight; destiny weaves its spell;
Star filled sky, coloured inky purple black,
Riding a white moon’s back; too complex to handle;
Bell, book and candlelight; destiny weaves its spell.
In moon’s incandescent ray, witch and warlock bray,
When all the druids stand and pray, beneath Stonehenge giants;
So where then lies all those sun bleached human bones?
Bell, book and candlelight; destiny weaves its spell;
This sad life goes on and on adinfinitum.