Avalon - Blackmore's Night

Conversely, in the proud Avalon

Where the magic lives

Castle lit by the moon,

The nightingale sings.

A golden bird, he gave me,

And happiness sweet honey —

As the star before Christmas …

The nightingale sings.

And we sit hand in hand,

Fireflies looking.

Without a word, it is clear — we are with you

Il die win,

Die il win.

Conversely, in the proud Avalon

Where the magic lives

Castle lit by the moon,

The nightingale sings.

And we sit hand in hand,

Fireflies looking.

Without a word, it is clear — we are with you

Il die win,

Die il win.

Stories of betrayal,

Heritage fighter

Bright red blood in the early days,

Battle for no reason

And loyalty end

Shreds the flag on the grass …

Conversely, in the proud Avalon

Where the magic lives

Castle lit by the moon,

The nightingale sings.

A flexible bow, bent wood,

He began his flight.

Snow flies on the wings of heaven,

The nightingale sings.

Conversely, in the proud Avalon

Where the magic lives

Castle lit by the moon,

The nightingale sings.

The nightingale sings …