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