Celtic Pulse

Ash and ember, dusk turns gold
Steps in rhythm, stories old—
Circles drawn in sacred dust,
We dance for light, because we must.


Stone beneath and stars above,
Drums like thunder, breath like love.
Lantern eyes and shadow skin,
We let the ancient song begin.



Hear the ground awake,
Let the silence break—




We rise with the solstice flame,
Hearts untamed, no need for name.
No crown, no law, no fear remains—
Just fire, and flesh, and dancing chains.




Hands like wind and lips like wine,
Echoes held in braided time.
Oaths we whisper, soft and true—
The moon remembers more than you.


Breathe the dusk again,
Let the rites begin—


We rise with the solstice flame,
Hearts untamed, no need for name.
No crown, no law, no fear remains—
Just fire, and flesh, and dancing chains.









No gods to bind, no gods to bless,
Just wild within our wilderness.
We sing the dark, we praise the spark—
And light the night with every mark.




Ash and ember, fire dies—
But still the pulse behind our eyes.
We leave no trace, we leave no sound—
Yet still we move, on sacred ground.