Ageless stones eroding out Across the endless swell Songs to pave the seasons Countless skies above me Each unlike the next – Be’lakor –

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Up, ride with the kelpie I’ll steal your soul to the deep If you don’t ride with me while the devil’s free I’ll ride with somebody else Say goodbye to all your dear kin For they hate to see you go In your young prime to this place of mine In the still loch far below – Jethro Tull –