Bones, bones, sound of cracking bones dead eyes look at me, a rotten smell of dead bodies raises up to the sky; Brimstone smell of death tone I see She waves for them and ends a tale to be told for me the Avalon eyes. Night stood still upon this blood red hill, where brave men came to fight and to die. Some fight for a cross that hangs a Nazarene `gainst what they faithfully call heathendom with fire and steel they sealed their destiny down in the sands right up here they had made a choice this choice had a name the name of wrath I see the druids lips being sewn without a cry earth drinks the blood of lambs in bloodshed sacrifice How come I am alone? With so many bodies by my side? They belong to Thee... I still can hear their prayers and pass by through my eyes the way they were embraced by the war some hate the sign of cross, see while they call Caeridien I see that someone runs to Avalon in the heart believes the faith will live again "Christ`s no power over here" the stug will survive, we`ll live it all again in the same old isle but now they are all dead She`s lonely left to live and knows they`ll not return She`s lost into the night... they came to mountain to die their deeds resumed to dust of war will disappear eternally I`ll live it all again listen, they belong to thee, LadyDeath through my eyes, won`t you come? Avalon! Won`t let the time forget your name Avalon! Just gimme strength to tell your tale your tale... Avalon....