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