The flowing stream... A shape of a woman on its shore She's washing my cloak Which was stained by the clay of time
Her eyes are so sad and full of grief A flow of tears running on her cheek Her look tells me it all... Soon it'll be the time to leave
Three questions... I still had in my confused mind She answered to me With the riddles of time
She took my hand... Without saying a word to me... ...and we fell... Into depths of the stream
Changing this all...it's just an eternal dream To raise the misty curtain of night I take the key...which will set me free That's the final way I still could find
I'm waiting for my sweet Bhéan Sidhe Who will take me into her realm of Hades At the gate of flames they call me by my name I'll be one with fire...again
I'm falling...recalling my only lighter moments of life I'm yearning...and dreaming of warm embrace of my childhood time
My darkened past uncovered was buried in those shades of night I heard the silent whispers Which lulled me to eternal sleep
No more waiting...No more yearning... Someone else will take my place Bhéan Sidhe has returned To the shore of Hades Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
