An ancient ritual awakens on the island of Mona under the sacred oak, where druid women prepare for a final battle that is not death, but a conscious crossing beyond the veil. Through fire, drums, and forgotten songs, their spirits become one with the forest - echoing on the wind centuries later. Egy ősi rituálé ébred fel Mona szigetén a szent tölgy alatt, ahol a druida nők egy végső csatára készülnek, amely nem halál, hanem tudatos átkelés a fátyolon túlra. Tűz, dob és elfeledett énekek által szellemük eggyé válik az erdővel – évszázadokkal később is visszhangozva a szélben. [Intro: slow footsteps in the brushwood, distant drumming, raven cawing and increasingly loud female chanting] Eíra… thal mor… Eíra… Thael venai morr kaí… [Verse 1] HIGH PRIESTESS(distant whisper): Eíra… thal mor… Eíra… DRUID WOMEN'S CHORUS: thal… mor… Eíra... Eíra... HIGH PRIESTESS: Aen!... Aen!.. We pass through the oak tree… the root of time… CHORUS: the root of time… the root of time… HIGH PRIESTESS:( deep trance singing) Thael venai morr kaí… CHORUS: kaí… kaí… kaí… [Verse 2: drums louder, foot stamping, dancing around the fire] HIGH PRIESTESS: "The forest breathes us. We are already in the circle." CHORUS: in… inside… VOICE 1: No beginning. No arrival. Only remembering the path. [Build: full presence, circle, trance] Shaman Woman: We do not gather as one. We remember that we were never apart. CHORUS: We were never apart… we were never apart… Shaman Woman: Blood for the earth. A leaf for the fire. A name for the silence. CHORUS: silence… silence… [Break: sacred crossing] Prepare for the final battle. A sacred calling for which we stand. Tomorrow we will cross the gateway of time – but the purpose never fades. Here we will stay… in the ancient oak, as an eternal witness. The leaves still whisper the old song. The forest will remember our names. One day we will return again… when the battle in every heart is over. (rhythm steady, unity, ) Prepare… for the final battle. For a sacred mission for which we are here. CHORUS: Here we are here tomorrow we will cross the gates of time. But the goal is not lost. Not lost. Here we will stay. The old oak. The eternal witness. CHORUS: The eternal witness… the eternal witness… The leaves whisper the old song. The forest tells us . CHORUS: tells tells tells tells FIRST VOICE: One day we will return. When the battle ends in our hearts. [Chorus:] We are the ones who walk unbroken, through the breath of earth and bone. We carry the name before it breaks, we carry the flame before it goes out. VOICE: There is no end in our blood. There is no silence that can erase the root. We do not disappear into the night – we expand into the unseen sky. VOICE: This is not a battle. This is a transition. Not a loss. Not an end. But a becoming. [Break:(drums break, space opens)] VOICE 1 (whisper): We return to the oak. We return to the wind. CHORUS: back…returns… [Outro: the witness’s voice, softly singing of the druids’ crossing and their spirits still living in the forest wind, distant drums and echoes that linger long after the ritual has faded.] WITNESS: I step back from the circle of fire. The air is still warm with their presence. On the Isle of Mona… I saw them gather. Not as warriors. Not as women. But as something older than memories. WITNESS: The battle was not destruction. But a transition. The movement of souls beyond the form of the body. WITNESS: And now I know… they never left. They only changed the world they walk within. [Final:(wind, forest, very distant sounds)] WITNESS (very quietly): Sometimes the drums come back with the wind. Sometimes the song remembers itself. And when I walk through the old forest… I hear them. (very distant female voice): kaí… Kaí... thal… mor… Eíra... Eíra...
