Moorlands from Solstice by The Prophets of Zarquon

Moorland


VERSE 1

Moorlands heathers slowly blowing
The protective spirits form around her there
She casts her soul far into those strange lands
But there was no one there

VERSE 2

Time holds her in static mosaic motion
Energy recharging winds around her flow
She touches with her open palms awaiting
But there is no one
No one there


CHORUS

Everyday she will dance
She’s dancing on the hills
Everyday her dance
To send out her will

Everyday she will dance
She’s calling to the hills
Everyday her dance
will strengthen her will

VERSE 3

Granite tors stand many lives unfolding
She moves within a dreamlike stare
Genius loci the sonic tides still not ending
But there’s no one there

VERSE 4

Then the echoes bring old
Ancient magic
She pushes out her spirit to the earth
Longing for another world thats waiting
But there’s no one there

CHORUS

Everyday she will dance
She’s dancing on the hills
Everyday her dance
To send out her will

Everyday she will dance
She’s calling to the hills
Everyday her dance
Will strengthen her will

• Rock
• cinematic rock
• mellotron
• melodic prog
• prog rock
• symphonic rock
• United Kingdom