(Words by the Countess, tune byZan)
Slow flames guard the circle
Blue flame that burns low
The light of the Teller
The Rheave on the snow
Pass the Grail of the Lady
Just one sip and you're caught
Drink the health of the other
And you're bartered and bought
Cast the circle in magic
Form the wards with a song
Drink the wine of the Lady
Death can deal you no wrong
Though the rock runs in rivers
And the snow melts like blood
Take the cup of the Lady
Take the tide at the flood
In crystal and silver
Quench the thirst of the Grail
Live on then forever
Though eternity fail...