There is a place on the east Mysterious ring, a magical ring of stones The druids lived here once, they said Forgotten is the race that no one knows
Circled tomb of a different age Secret lines carved on ancient stone Heroic kings laid down to rest Forgotten is the race that no one knows
Wait for the sun on a winter's day And a beam of light shines across the floor Mysterious ring, a magical ring But forgotten is the race that no one knows