Vera Sola - Circles

I know the way
I know the stages
Know the phases
Know the signs

I cross the rivers
Sweat the circles
Speak the warnings
Wrought in iron

I call the moon (moon)
And the moon (moon)
She calls me

Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah- ooh

One, for the feeders
For the lilting
For the tired

Two, for the turncoats
For the anger
Of the mire(d)

I (I) drag the tide
(Ah-oh, oh-oh, ah-oh)
And the tide (tide)
(Ah-oh, oh-oh, ah-oh)
Drags me


Ah-ooh, aah-aah-ooh
Ah-ooh, aah-aah-ooh

Three, for the lovers
For (for) the killers
For the liars

Four, (oh), for the stealers
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
All the seers
(Ah-oh, oh-oh, ah-ah-oh)
And their trials
(Ah-oh, oh-oh, aah-aah-oh)
(Ah-oh), by fire

Ah-ooh, aah-aah-ooh
Ah-ooh, aah-aah-ooh

I (I) bare* the sea
(Ah-ah, ah)
And the sea (sea)
(Ah-ah, oh-oh)
Bares* (bares) me