I can hear them floating in the wind,
Immortal souls, their weeping saddens me.
Mother earth, you know your time is near,
Awaken lust, the seed is sown and reaped.
Through 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 its edge with pearl and destiny.
All 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 Avalon.
I 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 all.
The 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 pyre.
I 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 dead.
Mother earth,
I can hear you,
Sacrifice,
Now united.
Rising levels of the tidal lakes protect them
Keepers of the Goddess in the underworld
Holding powers of the mystics, deep inside them
Nineteen maidens, guardians of the Otherworld.
Mortal conflict
Born of Celtic legend
That apart from seven,
None returned from Avalon.
Mother earth,
I can feel you,
My rebirth,
Now completed.
To 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 turn.
The gateway to Avalon
The island where the souls of the dead are reborn,
Brought here to die and
Be transferred into the earth,
And then for rebirth.
I 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 dead.
The 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.
