[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 Apollos lyre
I was the sword in a warriors hand
I was the crown on an emperors brow
I was the seal on a
sorcerers heart
I saw the glory of Atlantis fallthe jeweled spires that would gleam no more
I saw the grandeur that once was
Greeceits crumbling walls I now call my home
I see a woman crying on my moundshe has been lover and homeland to me:
Alas! I know I
will not see her againthe 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
