And The Druids Turned To Stone - Live

"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