The Grove

Tonight the moon is high in the sky
The stars above are gazing down
Gather around the firelight and join
To the sound of our Grove

A song for the traveller who's far from home
A song to all those who walk alone
So they may hear and they may come
And join, to the sound of our Grove

Here we have no king and we have no throne
The only place that we call a home
The night will fall, the fire will burn bright
And songs will arise, and tales of our might
And songs will arise here in the Grove

Outside this place that we call our home
The world seems to be burning down
A thousand Halls will rise and fall
But here in the Grove we stand tall

For we have no king and we have no throne
The only place that we call a home
The night will fall, the fire will burn bright
And songs will arise, and tales of our might
And songs will arise here in the Grove

Come come to our light
Come hear our songs of fallen times
(Into the night)
Come, come drink your fill
For tomorrow we may die
(Fade in the light)
Come leave out your pain
Just for the lenght of our song
(Just for tonight)
Here in Grove
You're not alone

Drifters, warriors
Bring home your tales of woe
Sisters, Brothers
Let the mead and music flow
Welcome to the Grove