Wing of the Owl (Galantia, Pt. 3)

Sworn into the fold
 Bound by a solemn oath
 Fealty to her name
 Born to preserve the flame
 Of egality, the will of a man
 To serve and obey his anointed queen
 And under her reign, the wing of an owl
 We are stronger
 Under the wing of the owl
 We were taught her ways
 To fly in the darkest night
 And find a way back home
 The fall of summer days
 The rise of a lunar phase
 Appears in her human guise
 Hope from a darkened sky
 And serenity, watching us all
 From her circle of standing stones
 And under her reign, the wing of an owl
 We are stronger
 Under the wing of the owl
 We were taught her ways
 To fly in the darkest night
 And find a way back home
 Before the gaze of the owl
 She was raised to be
 A hallowed guardian
 Mother of all men
 The standing stone circle
 now hidden from view
 Swatched in the bracken
 til the winter moon
 The barren land empowers us
 while natures lies still
 Season of grace, of her winter spell
 Under the wing of the owl
 We were taught her ways
 To fly in the darkest night
 And find a way back home
 Before the gaze of the owl
 She was raised to be
 A hallowed guardian
 Mother of all men