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 slowly to the call 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


[guitar solo]


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


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 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 rhynes
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.