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