"(Spoken) In ancient times, hundreds of years before the dawn of history lived a strange race of people: the Druids. No one knows who they were, or what they were doing, but their legacy remains here into the living rock... of Stonhenge.

Stonehenge.
Where the demons dwell,
Where the banshees live,
And they do live well

Stonehenge.
Where a man is a man.
And the children dance,
To the pipes of pan.

Stonehenge.
Tis a magic place,
Where the moon doth rise,
With a dragon's face.

Stonehenge.
Where the virgins lie.
And the prayer of devils,
Fill the midnight sky.

And you my love,
Won't you take my hand.
We'll go back in time,
To that mystic land.

Where the dew drops cry,
And the cats meow.
I will take you there,
I will show you how.

(Spoken)
And oh how they danced, the little children of Stonehenge, beneath the haunted moon for fear that daybreak might come too soon.

(Spoken)
And where are they now? The little people of Stonehenge. And what would they say to us, if we were here...tonight."