They were all drinking blood in the shadows; Drinking your blood and draining away. Don't turn your back on the shadows, Following me and following they, Sounding the Charge of the Light Brigade. It's time to heal, it's time to get real Raise your vibration and kill your apathy They're breaking the law These masters of war They come from behind, they don't knock at the door We've got to mobilise The poets of light. With spiritual greed And the mystical seed. They were all drinking blood in the shadows; Drinking your blood and draining away. Don't turn your back on the shadows, Following me and following they, Sounding the Charge of the Light Brigade. Send in the cavalry! Huzzah, it's the Marcra Shee! Wee folk! Good folk! Calling on the Holy Ghost! It's time to unite, we workers of light Sound the charge! Put up a fight! You know they're breaking the law, these masters of war They come from behind, they don't knock at the door We've got to mobilise The poets of light. With spiritual greed and the mystical seed. They were all drinking blood in the shadows; Drinking your blood and draining away. Don't turn your back on the shadows, Following me and following they, They were all drinking blood in the shadows; Drinking your blood and draining away. Don't turn your back on the shadows, Following me and following they, Sounding the Charge of the Light Brigade. Sounding the Charge of the Light Brigade.