Nimue from Kairós by Vael

In long silence as water flows
a mirror is reflected
White maiden glisten under
Waves of unknown

Waiting for the chosen one
Centuries past alone
The streams of time run dark and deep
For the guardian of the gift

A silver blade shines clear and bright
The master of them all
Since ancient times its will and might
Rule the fortune of the war

A kingdom rises a kingdom falls
The land burnt and forlorn
And she still waits there in the lake
In her hands resting the sword

Sword:
And for the slained, I do not care
It is my mission to conquer the frail
Fire and blood, that is my taste
I am commanded for He who is brave

Lady:
I can see, the future here
I'll conceal the grief for the losts I feel

Sword:
I bear the light, I bear the power and bear the sight
The righteous fist, guardian of deeds
Bringer of lead, I know my destiny

• Acoustic
• Folk
• Neofolk
• Panfolk
• ethnic
• spanish folk
• Madrid