The day has ended, the sun has fallen
A cloak of dark nightshade is descending
The time has come to emerge from hiding
We now walk on our own feet - no crawling
March into the night now the sun’s gone down
Ranks and ranks of black cloth and white faces bland
Everyone holding a candle in hand
We march to gather on a secret hill
A sacred place where we have fun freely
Where none mock us and ourselves we can be
And into our stomachs sweet wine we’ll spill
We march on our pilgrimage in silence
And a single bell tolls in the distance
2nd May 2003
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