[Written in a delicate handwriting]

I bind your shadow with the fire I spin your shadow with my hair Your deep, old, shameless desire, you will obtain, before the moon hath turned thee when I am free of this chain.

I bind your fire with my blade I sow your silhouette with my hair Through mist and morning you will wade show your light to all, this world hath turned thee When this is our delight

[More notices are posted and spread around Lower and the Canal Ward]

Follow the path of roads yet travelled, lonely through the darkened night Hear the fire, the chant of longing for the pyres encrusting might

Dance the circle around the pyre, burning by the blazing sea Spin the web of mist ‘n’ glory come now, seeker, follow me.

Sing the song of souls entangling, round and through the sacred fire. Pour from grails of blood and ember, drink for what you will acquire

Seek and love the waiting glory, waiting by the crystal sea Hear the tides, the heaving fire, come now, seeker, follow me.