Avalon - old holy island! Christianity made you invisible.
Avalon - sorceresses´realm! Faith made you inaccessible.

Long time ago as the old tribes ruled you were a magnificent beauty.
Druids and sorceresses inhabited you and honoured the great goddess.
They lived in harmony and peace with animals and plants.
But as the Christian missionaries crossed the land your fate began.

The mightier the Christians became, the more you vanished in the mist.

There was a time in which a traveller if he only knew
a few secrets could sail out on the summerlake. And he didn´t arrive at the monastery of Glastonbury but on the holy isle of Avalon.

Holy Isle! Sorceresses realm!

Since the monastery of Glastonbury was built, the way to you -
oh holy island - was locked more and more.
So that only druids and sorceresses could reach you.
Only in the old legends your pride and beauty is mentioned.

The mightier the Christians became, the more you vanished in the mist.

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