I remember a shining circle, a forgotten home I see a dim light, it is old and warm As it sings my name, I am still alone I feel a presence near, in this land of the forlorn Undying blackness festering in this ancient hall Although, there is no one here to fill the tables The still moon whispers, the leaves will still fall Through time and stone, still alive in our fables And as the nothing reaches us through our fear Our spirits reunite and we are once more the same Where we can all sit, feast and drink beer As we eagerly await the next plane