It's time again,
to forget the past and embrace,
the present,
a gift,
given from grace,
to wisdom divine,
everlasting love embrace.

And the evil witches,
swirling in the caverns,
shall not come near,
instead shall fear,
a coming day.

Turning on the waypoint,
setting signals North,
turning on the backside,
finding easterly headings,
taken from your palms.