[Verse] In the land where shadows lie, A curse unnatural does divide, The earth does weep, the skies do mourn, As the singer's plea is born. [Chorus] Plead I to the ancient Draeyads, To break this dark enchantment cast, Their wisdom deep, their powers vast, To heal our bleeding land at last. [Verse 2] Bards and maidens sing of old, Tales of the forest, stories untold, But now in darkness, their voices fade, As the curse's grip does not wane. [Chorus] Plead I to the ancient Draeyads, To bring the light where darkness dwells, To restore the land to life and health, And end the curse that causes knells. [Outro] With the singer's plea on high, To the ancient Draeyads, they cry, A hope, a wish, a desperate call, For the land to be whole once more. [Ending] (Traditional Celtic instruments playing)