(Taken from "An Drouk Rans" (traditional)
Words and re-arrangements by Kirlian Camera.)
Land on the edge
Of the end of the world
Rain that is falling
Against all her words
Celtia sleeps in her sorrow and death
And in her breath there's the final twilight
Shadows of heaven
And darkness inside
Waters in which we have lost
Our lives
Sentence turns in her lost fatal light
Over our spears
And over our sighs