Ciaran's Well — Tarja Turunen

Misty cold nights You'll hear her sigh And sing bitter sweet lullabies

For years she prayed The saints would cast a spell for the forest to let her go

She sings… She dreams… She prays…

She sings… she plays... she stays...

Ahh Ahhhh Ahh Ahhhh

The black old well Holds ancient tales And makes all wishes come true So throw your dream Into the dark And Blue will come for you