Be Still Strong, stark and beautiful, the wildness of a rose The truth in shadows hiding where all men fear to go Humility of Reason, the silence of the stones Summerlands are calling, the Wise Men coming home The mysteries of sorrow you count upon your beads The ashes of frustration, the Good Men wisely heed Hear the Gods wild laughter, as they recount your schemes Still and stark and wild now, the madness of your dreams Glimmer in the Shadows, Serenity imposed While out across the darkness, the heavens still unfold Fear recites her vespers, so courage comes to call The balm of hope awaiting with her Alabaster Jar Return to Celtic Pilgrimage