[Lyric] Old Well (Demether)

When he was riding through the old Romanian town
Heading to the East, he had to stop 'till dawn...
He had to stop' till dawn...

Late it was, he took water from a well
Glittering and cold, water quenched his thirst...
But, that old well was dry...

And the moon was shining bright
Scattered sparkles rounded the well
Sound of a distant flute he heard
His horse ran away...

Suddenly, some children all in white
Made a ring around him, whispering:

He, who drinks the water from the well
Falls into her embrace, tells the tale...
As the eyes are windows to the soul
Through his gaze she'll know it all...
No one ever heard a word of him
Some tale says his soul still lingers thirsty...

And if you're riding
Through some old Romanian town on your road to East
You should never stop before the dawn...
Never stop before the dawn...