Sucked down through the lungs of the dead am I The water, cold, dims my brain. My mind it dies, nothing left but my trail of tears Which mingle with Manannán's Minions They drag me nearer... ...And nearer.
Down do I sink His Isle towers mighty I see no water My soul be free Gates all silver, slowly open. I am greeted coldly still I stroll through the grassy plain.
He beckons me through meadows warm and orchards with boughs of apples gold. Horses, white, run rampant through the plains.
At last I see him clothes in red, a golden torc around his neck. On a throne of stone does sit Manannán Mac Lir.
Lord of the ocean, Lord of the Sea His pale green eyes they stare at me Suddenly I realise with dread I have succumbed, that I am dead My soul be all that's left of me My soul be all that's left of me My soul be all that's left of me Must I stay here for an eternityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
