In the far far north lay a gloom ridden shore That jutted out into the cruel loch The promise of a castle littered it's rocks A tower so high for culprits of self indulgent wars Dark days that befall Those dark days that befall
Macleod he lay, lay fortuneless The castle build was cut short ‘Til the devil said “I'll pay if you sell your soul” “My soul may not be bought but My daughters hand you may behold Daughters hand you may behold”
So away they wed and they went to bed The daughters heart led astray Deceit had sealed her fate The tower that stood in wait Under blankets of highland grey A blanket of highland grey
Fooled by her own blood On the edge of the tower she stood The stormy highland gaze blew mightily As she plummeted to the bottom violently To spine chilling celtic waters Spine chilling celtic waters
To this day her presence haunts the loch Her body deformed by the shoreside She lurks in the depths, tries to hide But now she resides As the mermaid of Assynt The mermaid of AssyntTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
