Lyric Bhean Sidhe

The flowing stream...
A shape of a woman on its shore
She s washing my cloak
Which was stained by the clay of time

Her eyes are so sad and full of grief
A flow of tears running on her cheek
Her look tells me it all...
Soon it ll be the time to leave

Three questions...
I still had in my confused mind
She answered to me
With the riddles of time

She took my hand...
Without saying a word to me...
...and we fell...
Into depths of the stream

Changing this all...it s just an eternal dream
To raise the misty curtain of night
I take the key...which will set me free
That s the final way I still could find

I m waiting for my sweet Bhean Sidhe
Who will take me into her realm of Hades
At the gate of flames they call me by my name
I ll be one with fire...again

I m falling...recalling my only lighter moments of life
I m yearning...and dreaming of warm embrace of my childhood time

My darkened past uncovered
was buried in those shades of night
I heard the silent whispers
Which lulled me to eternal sleep

No more waiting...No more yearning...
Someone else will take my place
Bhean Sidhe has returned
To the shore of Hades