In My Holy Time
There were three
There were three
There were three
There were three
Ravens...
As I walked on my own
As I look for my dear home
I felt the sun leaving me
White choruses wait for me
"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
Said the first raven
Down in yonder green field
There lies a knight slain under his shield
Down comes his follow doe
As great with young, as she might go
She lift up his bloody head
And kissed his wounds that were so red
She got him up on her back
And carried him to earth and lake
She buried him before the prime
She was dead herself before night time
Do you still see me?
Do you still see me?
En Mi Tiempo Sagrado
Había tres
Había tres
Había tres
Había tres
Cuervos...
Mientras caminaba solo
Buscando mi querido hogar
Sentí que el sol me abandonaba
Coros blancos me esperan
'¿Dónde tomaremos nuestro desayuno?'
Dijo el primer cuervo
Allá abajo en el campo verde
Yace un caballero muerto bajo su escudo
Baja su cierva seguidora
Tan grande con crías como podía ir
Ella levantó su cabeza ensangrentada
Y besó sus heridas que estaban tan rojas
Lo cargó sobre su espalda
Y lo llevó a la tierra y al lago
Lo enterró antes del amanecer
Ella misma estaba muerta antes de la noche
¿Todavía me ves?
¿Todavía me ves?