On Silbury Hill I get the feeling, I’ve been here before A long time ago Before I was a boy. On Silbury Hill I get these visions, from a time gone by Before this world I’m in They show me I was King. On Silbury Hill I swear I met a horseman robed in gold Yet as he approached He told me he was me. On Silbury Hill He took my hand and whispered in my ear “I am not buried here, But buried is my ring.” On Silbury Hill He shared with me great secrets of the past On this mountain top He told me I was crowned. On Silbury Hill He taught me a forgotten phrase of old “Repeat these words aloud Your power shall return.”

It’s 5 in the morning, according to my iPhone I have just woken up on this hill on my own Man, what have I taken, I’m never touching that again ‘Cause my fingers are numb, they’ve been chilled to the bone. Flashbacks appearing, surely I’ve just been dreaming Yet I do remember meeting a horseman clad in gold What’s so peculiar is, I don’t know how I got here I’m in Avebury now, I thought I had gone home. Then my eyes are triggered By a ring upon my finger If the Golden King was only in my mind Then how the Hell did that get there? I pull out my pocket, an empty pack of Lambert I am guessing I smoked my last climbing way up here I check in my jacket, I’ve lost my keys and wallet Looks like I’m stranded now, in the midst of nowhere. Then my eyes are triggered By a ring upon my finger If the Golden King was only in my mind Then how the Hell did that get there? Then my eyes are triggered By a ring upon my finger If the Golden King was only in my mind Then how the Hell did that get there? My eyes are triggered By a ring upon my finger If the Golden King was only in my mind Then how the Hell did that get there?

My memory’s not what it once was Too long, trapped in my own head fog Praying some day soon it would clear. Thought I was through with guilt in the morning With wondering whose bed I’d woke up in What cruel twist of fate brought me here? Often my moods They would change with the weather I thought I’d get better in time. I held it together But soon reached the end of my tether The end of the line. I went as far as I could go Too long my God’s been my Ego I wondered why it never worked. Impulse caused me to chase treasure Thought I’d numb pain with some pleasure I only got left with the hurt. Often my moods They would change with the seasons My words would cut deeper than knives. I’ve hung, drawn and quartered for new types of treason The reason I hated my life. I’d drink to avoid how I felt To cope with troubles I got dealt To silence the thoughts in my head. Now I have learned it’s for the best to get Off this train at the earliest Stop than stay and ride till I’m dead If I carry on I’ll be dead. Gold, band of gold From days of old Do you know what the future has in store for me? Feels like in these hands time it’s slipping by (albeit slowly). It’s my last chance to try to change To battle these demons, possessing me Corrupting everything that once was good in me The parts they used to see My lovers, my friends and my family Before they turned their back on me. The Golden King said I can mend anything With a dagger and a ruby ring.

Firelight in the distance, it looks as if there’s a procession going on Within the stones, but when I get near it’s just a woman sat on her own. She stands, starts walking towards me, elegantly, ‘til I am close enough to see Her splendour, vividly, and her lips parting as she says these words to me. “Welcome back to the Temple Though I know you don’t realise why you’re here I’ve predicted your downfall for years For life to strike you a blow this severe. You knew your body’s your Temple Yet still you poisoned it beyond belief Instead of seeking the source of your grief You sought John’s ephemeral relief.” She began to shed her Beauty Queen cocoon, leaving a withered crone in front of me, warning me that “Things are seldom as they appear.” “You need to pay careful attention to your instincts, and the way you feel You see the Devil’s at his deadliest, when you’re thinking he’s not real.” “Welcome back to the Temple Though I know you don’t realise why you’re here I’ve predicted your downfall for years For life to strike you a blow this severe. You knew your body’s your Temple Yet still you poisoned it beyond belief Instead of seeking the source of your grief You sought John’s ephemeral relief.” “Here the St. Michael line, it passes through the Temple With it bringing an energy and power to the stones Some day the chosen one shall return to the Temple With a ring he can use to harness this for his own. He must follow the Serpent’s trail around the Temple For the sun circle promises new life when recharged He can then reconstruct his body to a Temple For rebirth and renewal will be granted to him only when his intentions are pure. So are your motives true? ‘Cause the chosen one’s you.”

I never classed myself as arrogant; I just thought I was proud I never classed myself obnoxious; I just thought I was loud But I would not just put my foot in it; I’d stick the boot right in And spit my words of wisdom, in your face, I acted an utter disgrace. Yet I’d put acorns in my bed, underneath my sleeping head I thought when I woke in the morning, with the dawn, that I’d be strong Still my life remained in shreds, filled to the brim with past regrets “There is a cure”, the witch she said to me, “a remedy”. Take this candle to the white horse And place it in his eye He’ll offer you security to face your darkest night To have somebody watching over you Protecting you, in everything you do You’ll never feel alone again Be brave, and light the flame. I gave up on Christian religion way back when I was a child And in doing so I also gave up my faith in mankind I thought the Bible held no lessons in it I should want to know She said “It’s there in code, you have to feel it in your soul”. Take this candle to the white horse And place it in his eye He’ll offer you security to face your darkest night To have somebody watching over you Protecting you, in everything you do You’ll never feel alone again Be brave, and light the flame. With the ring upon my hand And the candle in the eye I am staring at the sky Knowing I can fly.

If this glass decanter had these flaws Imperfections or bubbles or cracks I’d take it back No doubt about that. Yet I tip this chalice down my throat Solely to reach the point, where my spirit cracks And I can’t go back But where’s the sense in that? I guess it’s true, all that glitters, it isn’t gold. I guess it’s true, that all that glitters, it isn’t gold. Thought I’d found salvation in a glass When it was empty, I felt like I was finally free Of my inferiority How shit I felt ‘bout me. I thought it brought me inner peace Instead this sick disease held me tight in a headlock And I couldn’t stop ‘Til I’d swallowed the lot. I guess it’s true, all that glitters, it isn’t gold. I guess it’s true, that all that glitters, it isn’t gold. It left me cold, it drowned my soul This liquid gold.

Morally, I swore I would tow the line But quickly learned excuses they meant you forgave most times From that moment on, in spite of right, I favoured wrong I’m quite surprised you put up with it so long. Morally, I’d taint all your white with black If you hadn’t got away, I’d be dragging you down Mother’s Ruin track Seems I went from the birds and the bees, via these Juniper trees, to my knees They say that these things they come in threes. Lost, don’t know how I got so lost Don’t know how I lost my way My moral compass showed me North then it took me South The minute that your back was turned My lips were locked on someone else’s mouth. Lost, don’t know how I got so lost Don’t know how I lost myself My moral compass showed me East then it took me West When I thought I’d get away with it I’d spend the night with whoever looked the best. Morally, I practiced what Satan preached Not content to scratch the skin, my sick thrills came out of wounding you deep The rules were skewed unfairly, in these dirty games, you weren’t to blame My reckless heart has never been yours to tame. Lost, don’t know how I got so lost Don’t know how I lost my way My moral compass showed me North then it took me South The minute that your back was turned My lips were locked on someone else’s mouth. Lost, don’t know how I got so lost Don’t know how I lost myself My moral compass showed me East then it took me West When I thought I’d get away with it I’d spend the night with whoever looked the best. My moral compass got me lost.

The challenge these days lies in knowing what you want Then in getting close to touch the coalface Makes perfect sense I should find peace deep in Imber Light has a habit of hiding in the darkest place. The challenge these days lies in knowing who to trust To follow your heart, ‘cause there’s no signpost Makes perfect sense I should find peace deep in Imber Light has a habit of hiding 'til you need it most. Somewhere amid this Plain lie bombs Amongst the tanks and guns, beneath the setting sun You’ll find what you are looking for Religion. If you should choose to start again The phoenix rising from the flame Courage is critically appraised Fortune favours the brave. The challenge these days lies in learning how to have faith Enough to move mountains, and part seas Makes perfect sense I should find peace deep in Imber What was once lost I shall find it deep in Imber. Live in the present yet don’t neglect to plan for the future Respect ghosts from your past Makes perfect sense I should find peace deep in Imber Light has a habit of hiding where you’d seek it last.

Far too long I’ve been obsessed with what I owned Whether I earned enough, or had the largest home I’d blow my money on designer clothes, and Toni&Guy hair But still no matter what I had I would not share I know, my ego has to fall Like snow. Now it’s clear there can be more to life than this If I can make the choice to live not just exist For happiness cannot be bought despite how much is spent It’s no surprise that I have never felt content I know, my ego has to fall Like snow. Snow came on heavily As the Knight traversed the stones to me Held in his armoured hand, was the dagger I’d been sent to acquire. He said “Draw the blade cross your palm When the blood pools in your hand Place it firmly on the Slaughter Stone, this pledge is required. To reclaim your past - Sacrifice shall grant a second chance When the planets align, the gift of time’s the greatest of all. You can start again With these lessons you’ve learned, but first your ego it has to fall Fall like the snow on Stonehenge”.

I once tried my hardest to hide The bleakest of thoughts that were held in my mind Not scared of the dark or what’s under my bed I’m haunted by demons going round in my head. I tried being strong on my own My ego said I could get through this alone But who can I turn to, when no one seems to give a damn Whatever I do, or whoever I am. Black Knight, I have to make it right Black Knight, I have to make it right. I tried being true to myself But my selfishness tends to hurt everyone else I now have a whole host of sins I need to repent But how to get started in making these amends? Black Knight, I have to make it right Black Knight, I have to make it right. At first alcohol brought me out of my shell Then it put me through Hell like a college degree I worry if I trade in this currency I’ll no longer be fun, I’ll no longer be me. Black Knight, I have to make it right Black Knight, I have to make it right. Ironic what started as inadequacy Stemmed from whether I loved hims or hers Could bring about my downfall ultimately Leading me in case with hymns and hearse. ‘Cause you my best friend brought me out of my shell Then you put me through Hell like a college degree I worry if we make this split amicably I’ll no longer be fun, I’ll no longer be me. Black Knight, I have to make it right Black Knight, I have to make it right. I tried to fake strength but what for I may win some battles, yet lose the whole war My ego like the walls of Jericho had to fall They say that redemption is the saviour of all.

Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka – the Three Kings Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka – the Three Kings. I recall a story told many years ago About these men, who trusted a prophecy Enough in their hearts To follow a star to Bethlehem. Although the journey was great on foot they Didn’t complain, they did whatever it took ‘Cause they knew when they finally got there They’d meet their Saviour. Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka – the Three Kings. Today’s wise Magi, in the Winter sky Show me the way, a guide from the twilight through night They inspire me to try to do right Not shield my Light. Belt of Orion, a carbon copy, of the three scars I have on my neck Reminds me despite how hard things may get My chance to shine’s not over yet.

Holy Father, Light, Creator, Thy will be done. On this Winter Solstice, with the rise of the Sun Shadows over me I’m told will fade I’ll no longer live to be afraid, of the messes I have made. Earthen Mother, Goddess of the planet and Womb Of Creation, hear my invocation to you Fill me with the courage to be strong The valour to face my woes head on, next time it all goes wrong. When I finally learn to accept myself I may be able to love somebody else. Holy Father, Light, Creator, Thy will be done. On this Winter Solstice, with the rise of the Sun As the Holly King gives up his throne Maybe I’ll appreciate what I have long before it’s gone. When I finally learn to accept myself I may be able to love somebody else. True. I always said one day I’d quit This moment may as well be it, before I’m harder hit Before I lose my sanity, and what little good’s in me Me and my spiritual virginity shall leave our legacy. Holy Father, Light, Creator, Thy will be done On this Winter Solstice, faith shall come with the sun. Like my shadow flits across the stones Or how the West wind blows If my power goes, then that’s the risk I take.