Lyrics:

I see the wolves gathered on the hill
And the carrion birds that fly
Etched against the (witching) moon⬦
I was a string in Apolloâ¬"s lyre
I was the sword in a warriorâ¬"s hand
I was the crown on an emperorâ¬"s brow
I was the seal on a sorcererâ¬"s heart⬦
I saw the glory of Atlantis fallâ¬"the jeweled spires that would gleam no more⬦
I saw the grandeur that once was Greeceâ¬"its crumbling walls I now call my home⬦
I see a woman crying on my moundâ¬"she has been lover and homeland to me:
Alas! I know I will not see her againâ¬"the kingdom of the shades is my home⬦
Where the Sidhe play mournful tunes
Where the sea is black, without a shore
Where meadows are strewn with ash
There now lies my path⬦