To medieval tunes By the solemn river With pawns and jesters Swayed through the never Bleak concrete walls Concealed the coven Where the pyre was lit Where the net was woven Spring rain turned To summer flame It burned the roots And winter came Snow covered the fields Tiger lillies bloomed Limbs lay entwined On a soil doomed Your beauty left scars on me Even in death pain is with me The suffering that Heaven gave Followed us beyond the grave Now the wailing choirs Have soothed the seas The roaming clouds And the whispering trees Spring rain turned To summer flame It burned the roots And winter came