Wolfram, I'm Morgain the priestess of Avalon
And this is the one time fulfilling your fate
Wolfram, your destiny is now in our hands
In our hands
This is the isle of the myth, of the legends of thousands
Of stories your books have preserved
She started her speech, it resounded in the mists
Resounded in the mists
Welcome to the sacred island
Welcome to Avalon
And she said with her gentle voice
Life is only through d**h
I heard the speech of Morgain Le Fey
Predicting my destiny
Life is only through d**h
Nine are the sisters, the priestesses nine
Of Avalon guarding the old mysteries
Nine are the powers, and nine are the spells
Nine are the spells
White and red waters, two wells and two powers
Baptism in water and blood you'll receive
You're here for "the Knowledge", you're here for the ritual
Here for the ritual
Welcome to the sacred island
Welcome to Avalon
And she said with her gentle voice
Life is only through d**h
I heard the speech of Morgain Le Fey
Predicting my destiny
After her words,
We left behind the shore
A warm breeze rose now
Into the mists we fell again
We climbed up the hill as expected
Entering Avalon
Only then I realized
Where the portal wanted me
Only then I figured out
The signs and prophecies I read