His priestess this weaving the fate (weaving the fate)
Temple of Avalon, guarding
The ancestral soul
It is the boat sailing in dark waters
Between mist hiding
The mysteries of holy land
Will take us
How I should believe?
What I should accept
Only her have the fate
And what I despise
Her have the right
Tell me thread of the fate
Rising above the hills a holy place (a holy place)
In his tower a lost chalice
Magic and destiny
It is the boat Sailing in dark waters
Between mist hiding
The mysteries of holy land
Will take us
How I should believe?
What I should accept
Only her have the fate
And what I despise
Her have the right
Tell me thread of the fate
Drink the holy water of the well
The perpetual fire of the pyre temple
How I should believe?
What I should accept
Only her have the fate
And what I despise
Her have the right
Tell me thread of the fate
