Bhéan Sidhe - Eternal Tears Of Sorrow

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