When We Awoke- Dragel's Song
I shall let her kiss me,
With the kisses of her mouth,
For her love is better than,
The wine that the Goddess drinks.
Because of the taste of her,
Because of her potions,
Her name is like ointment poured forth,
That is why the innocent love her.
Ask me and I shall run after her,
And when the Goddess brings me into her chambers,
We will exalt and rejoice in the knowledge of her.
I will remember your love more than wine.
The pure of heart love her.
And I am dark, yet I am handsome,
Oh wierd sisters...
Look not upon me.
My soul is black,
When the sun kisses the stone of me,
Obsidion reflects only the darkness,
My mother's children were angry with me,
And thus cursed I was condemned the keeper.
But because of her the curse is now broken,
Tell me, You whom I love,
Where do you feed?
Upon what stone do you find your rest,
So that I might come to thee...
If you do not yet a notion,
Then allow me to follow.
I would compare her, My Love,
To the horses that pull Apolo's chariot,
For as she crosses the heaven's to watch is to be blind.
And to be close to her, there is danger of being consumed by fire.
Her cheeks are beauty itself,
Smooth and like jewels,
Her neck adorned by chains of finest gold.
Her scent makes even the sweetest Night Lilly seem bitter.
Behold, My Dearheart, thou art fair,
Your eyes are softer than a doves,
Behold, My Dearheart, thou art fair,
Our bed is clover, and sweeter yet because of you,
Your lips be as scarlet thread,
And the speech which flows from them
Pleasant and light upon the ear,
Speak to me again, that I may fly with out my wings.
Thou hast ravished my heart,
My Love, my spouse,
Thou hast ravished my heart,
With one look from your eye.
How fair is thy love,
My Love, My Dearheart,
Thy kisses like honey from the comb,
Slow and sweet, better than wine.
I humble myself before thee,
Your are the appe tree alone in the forest.
I lay beneath thee,
Your fruit is sweet to my taste.
Her banner over me is love,
Comfort me with apples,
Before you I was sick of love,
But now your arms embrace me.
I charge you the courts of Avalon
By the roes, and he hinds of the field,
That ye stir not up nor awake my love,
Till she pleases.
The voice of my Dearheart!
She soars over the hills,
She runs across the waters to greet me.
My love is returned.
She speaks to me, and said unto me,
"Arise, come forth my hero, my love,
Arise, and come away with me where we can be alone.
The winter is past and flowers appear on the earth."
My love bades me follow, and so shall I go.
Listen to me Sons of Avalon, Hearken Wierd Sisters
Behold Goddess, Tempt me not lest my wrath be known.
I am my Dearhearts, and she is mine.
I shall let her kiss me,
With the kisses of her mouth,
For her love is better than,
The wine that the Goddess drinks.
Because of the taste of her,
Because of her potions,
Her name is like ointment poured forth,
That is why the innocent love her.
Ask me and I shall run after her,
And when the Goddess brings me into her chambers,
We will exalt and rejoice in the knowledge of her.
I will remember your love more than wine.
The pure of heart love her.
And I am dark, yet I am handsome,
Oh wierd sisters...
Look not upon me.
My soul is black,
When the sun kisses the stone of me,
Obsidion reflects only the darkness,
My mother's children were angry with me,
And thus cursed I was condemned the keeper.
But because of her the curse is now broken,
Tell me, You whom I love,
Where do you feed?
Upon what stone do you find your rest,
So that I might come to thee...
If you do not yet a notion,
Then allow me to follow.
I would compare her, My Love,
To the horses that pull Apolo's chariot,
For as she crosses the heaven's to watch is to be blind.
And to be close to her, there is danger of being consumed by fire.
Her cheeks are beauty itself,
Smooth and like jewels,
Her neck adorned by chains of finest gold.
Her scent makes even the sweetest Night Lilly seem bitter.
Behold, My Dearheart, thou art fair,
Your eyes are softer than a doves,
Behold, My Dearheart, thou art fair,
Our bed is clover, and sweeter yet because of you,
Your lips be as scarlet thread,
And the speech which flows from them
Pleasant and light upon the ear,
Speak to me again, that I may fly with out my wings.
Thou hast ravished my heart,
My Love, my spouse,
Thou hast ravished my heart,
With one look from your eye.
How fair is thy love,
My Love, My Dearheart,
Thy kisses like honey from the comb,
Slow and sweet, better than wine.
I humble myself before thee,
Your are the appe tree alone in the forest.
I lay beneath thee,
Your fruit is sweet to my taste.
Her banner over me is love,
Comfort me with apples,
Before you I was sick of love,
But now your arms embrace me.
I charge you the courts of Avalon
By the roes, and he hinds of the field,
That ye stir not up nor awake my love,
Till she pleases.
The voice of my Dearheart!
She soars over the hills,
She runs across the waters to greet me.
My love is returned.
She speaks to me, and said unto me,
"Arise, come forth my hero, my love,
Arise, and come away with me where we can be alone.
The winter is past and flowers appear on the earth."
My love bades me follow, and so shall I go.
Listen to me Sons of Avalon, Hearken Wierd Sisters
Behold Goddess, Tempt me not lest my wrath be known.
I am my Dearhearts, and she is mine.