Through the mists of the moors I can still see all those who were before me Silent and still, awaiting rebirth By sylvan passage A hidden trace of a well Deep beneath the vault: a living tomb Where waters stir and florets bloom Bury me beneath them To endure the years without sun Our vessels decay upon this landscape Eroding the centuries to come Ashes laid on nameless graves Come forth under my sign A lone isle stands In the glow of the boundless sea Where heavens expanse yields Effacing its memory The day that all of your streams turn red over Carrion ground Will be the relics of springtide above burial Shrouds Under the warmth of the sun Mounds of heather sway Where the martyred silently rest The scars of life remain