I Can Hear Them I can hear them floating on the wind Immortal souls, their weeping sirens ring Mother Earth, your time is near Awake and lost, the seed is sown and reaped I can hear them floating on the wind Immortal souls, their weeping sirens ring Mother Earth, your time is near Awake and lost, the seed is sown and reaped Instrumental Through the Western Nile I hear the dead Awaken, rising slowly to the call of Avalon The cauldron of the head of Anwen Raced with ending, conquer round its edge with pearl of destiny All my days I've waited for the sign The one that brings me closer to the eye of Avalon I can feel the power flowing through my veins My heart is beating louder close to Avalon I can hear you, can you hear me? I can feel you, can you feel me? Fertility Mother Goddess, celebration Celesties of the form, port of the body laden Full of candour, you will grieve for the war The image of Mother Goddess lying dormant In the eyes of the dead, the sheep of the carnage broken And the harvest from the dead of the pyre I hear her crying, the tears of our nature The voices I hear in my head Clasp at the fruits of the corn of the earth Mother Earth, holy flood of the dead Mother Earth, holy flood of the dead What are you doing here? What are you doing here? Mother Earth, I can hear you Sacrifice, now united Rising levels of the tidal lakes Protect them, keepers of the goddess in the underworld Holding powers of the mystics Deep inside the nineteen maidens Guardians of the otherworld Mortal conflict, born of Celtic legend That apart from Sabbath, none returned from Avalon Mother Earth, I can feel you My rebirth, now completed Fragility of the goddess, celebration Celesties of the form, port of the body laden Full of candour, you will grieve for the war Hear the dramatic goddess, lying dormant In the eyes of the dead, the shape of the corn is broken And the harvest from the dead of the pyre To have the belief of others, looking for the All to show them a sign, fertility of all mothers Stood in silence, waiting now for their turn Thinking would you ever love me? Island where the souls of dead are reborn Born into dying beaches, brought into the House of the sorry birds I hear her crying, the tears of an angel The voices I hear in my head Death and the fruits are the corn of the earth Mother Earth, holy blood of the dead The water and rivers and raps rises quickly Are flowing and flooding the land The sea shall return once again Just to hide the lost souls On the isle of the dead *