Ciarán's Well (Live in Kuusankoski, Finland) - Tarja

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