I feel the rumble beneath my feet,
Gob the rule is who I have come to seek.
Standing tall as mountain high
Grounding energy you supply.
Oh Great Bull of the North
Let us now convort.
bellowing high and laughing low
Deep vibration you bestow.
Gnomes of old with knowledge few know
Dance with me and fill my soul.
As we weave the sacred path
I skip and play and start to laugh.
By: Lord Gwydion Lyonesse