[Bonus track]

I see the wolves gathered on the hill

And the carrion birds that fly
Etched against the (witching) moon�
I was a string in Apollo's lyre

I was the sword in a warrior's hand
I was the crown on an emperor's brow
I was the seal on a sorcerer's heart�

I saw the glory of Atlantis fall�the jeweled spires that would gleam no more�
I saw the grandeur that once was Greece�its crumbling walls I now call my home�
I see a woman crying on my mound�she has been lover and homeland to me:

Alas! I know I will not see her again�the kingdom of the shades is my home�
Where the Sidhe play mournful tunes
Where the sea is black, without a shore

Where meadows are strewn with ash