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 reaped



 Through the western isle I hear the dead awaken

 Rising slowing 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 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, non-returned from Avalon



 Mother earth I can feel you

 My rebirth now completed



 Fertility mother goddess

 Celebration, sow the seeds of the born

 The fruits 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



 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