Gentlemen and ladies all please lend me your attention. I beg your pardon for my cheek, please join this heathenreel. Strange rules has this dance; suffers from a serious allergy.
And this journey begins. With the beat of wings of lark. Her wake ravishing, sky-forged spark. Gold-leaves are falling, all beasts are. Howling, the signs are clear.
[Music & Lyrics: Aydan]. . I was told by my Grandma'. Many years ago, I was just a child. "Boy, go and grow as an honest man. Look on what you've done with pride!".
From the branch where he dwells and lies. Nature revealed in cloak of rhymes. A verse, hidden mirror and from the treetop of an oak. He laughed at people down beneath.
I wake up and I feel I was stranded. In a world that hardly represents me. Step by step, I collect all my nightmares. Like a modern Renoir, I'm painting my life away.
Your bright enchanting smile. Reminds me of the day when I learnt. That nothing lasts forever. And your goodwill's just another hoax of your kind. . Time and time again.
[Voice of Fall: Damnagoras]. [Summerplunge: Pauline Tacey]. [Spirit of Spring: Laura de Luca]. [Wintersoul: Jarpen]. . [F:] We're going to tell the tale of tales.
Listen yourself talking words meaningless. Listen, where are the emotions you feel?. Take a look into yourself for a while. What you see doesn't scare you at all?.
Forgive me if I'm out of order -. This new 'music' has no soul. It may be good for making money,. Sadly that is not my goal. Integrity and honesty are words that you don't understand,.
[Music & Lyrics: Aydan]. . Stand before the new born kind. . There is a song, taken far by the winds. . A rhyme of poets, a melody. Wrapped in a dream.
One with the earth, pave my way through the green. From above I stare down at (the) crowds. There by the oaks, I'll honour the roots and the clouds. With trembling hands I feel my pure life deep within.
Ohh, pick up flutes and fiddles. A new tune is beginning. A melody forsaken. On the chords of our elders song. . Each note is telling a story. A fragment of existence.
I can see them running towards me. All the time they steal my dreams. The ghosts of past and sorrow. All the time they steal my dreams. . When I take a walk outside, whispers will surround my head.
[Music:Aydan, Damnagoras / Lyrics: Aydan]. . I built a cradle for the Moon. And from her chariot (she) grants my. boon - I'll keep my promises, I'm sure.
[Music & Lyrics: Aydan]. . [Solo: Jarpen]. . Gone from this world. to find knowledge or pain. I follow myself from a distant. and fading dream. . Loving her brightness so dear to me.
[Music & Lyrics: Jarpen]. . Take a look at the new rules of this game. Wicked laughters are feeding their fame. Hearing the cries from the empty shells.
The hobs are climbing on the hill. To seek the gold of fairy light. Into the holts they run and wait. . They dress in green, they love their gold. They talk to hornbeams in the cold.
[Music: Jarpen, Aydan / Lyrics: Jarpen]. . At dawn the ships arrived, they sailed. through seas and foreign skies. To bring another age in lands. that needed no constraints.
On a hill, on the devil's top. There is a man hiding in the shadows of the night. He's trying to stop the course of time. The line dividing good from wrong.
Follow down the path, it leads to a circle of houses. Where foreigners are not well thought. And strangers unwelcome to their affairs. The villagers, so they said, do heathen rituals.