"Blinded by this... a crystal reflection of me
A reflection of time, speeding exceedingly
Raindrops making slight ripples on the surface
Tis' but the mourning dew..."
walking upon this earth, feeling the aura of this
the winter season kisses my lips so cold
Sorcerers chanting beyond those tree's
this circle of stones, never growing old
patrol the ground, the wolves howls under the Mune
A celtic romance will be bourne, snow being strewn
Strands of time fall around this town
I open my eyes... blinded, dreaming of darkness
To chant within this circle silently
wolves gather, no forgotten sound
a druid be born this night tonyte
the goddess kisses the air
I wish this all could go away...
But It is me... unknown, alone
Forever cradled in the arms of Her
Wrapped in the wings of him...
The snow frosted air kisses my lips...
