Letra de Isle of Avalon (2015 Remaster)
I can hear them floating on the wind Immortal souls, their weeping saddens me Mother Earth, you know your time is near Awaken lust, the seed is sown and reapedThrough the western isle I hear the dead awaken Rising slowly to the court of Avalon The cauldron of the head of Annwyn laced with envy Dark around it's edge with pearl and destinyAll my days I've waited for the sign The one that brings me closer to the isle of Avalon I can feel the power flowing through my veins My heart is beating louder close to AvalonI can hear you, can you hear me? I can feel you, can't you feel me?Fertility Mother Goddess Celebration, sow the seeds of the born The fruit of her body laden Through the corn doll You will pray for them allThe image of Mother Goddess Lying dormant in the eyes of the dead The sheaf of the corn is broken End the harvest Throw the dead on the pyreI hear her crying, the tears of an angel The voices I hear in my head Blessed the fruits are the corn of the earth Mother Earth, holy blood of the deadMother Earth, I can hear you Sacrifice, now unitedRising levels of the tidal lakes protect them Keepers of the Goddess in the underworld Holding powers of the mystics, deep inside them 19 maidens, guardians of the Otherworld Mortal conflict born of Celtic legend That apart from seven, none returned from AvalonMother Earth, I can feel you My rebirth now completedFertility Mother Goddess Celebration, sow the seeds of the born The fruits of her body laden Through the corn doll You will pray for them allThe image of Mother Goddess Lying dormant, in the eyes of the dead The sheaf of the corn is broken End the harvest Throw the dead on the pyreTo have the belief of others Looking for the isle to show them a sign Fertility of all mothers Stood in silence Waiting now for their turnThe gateway to Avalon The island where the souls of dead are reborn Brought here to die and be transferred into the earth And then for rebirthI hear her crying the tears of an angel The voices I hear in my head Blessed the fruits are the corn of the earth Mother Earth, holy blood of the deadThe water in rivers and rhymes rises quickly Are flowing and flooding the land The sea shall return once again just to hide them Lost souls on the isle of the dead