Hy Breasail Overture

From the mystical dreams of the celtic twilight
To the jungles and valleys of the southern might
Collapse of two worlds into extravagant rhyme
Unveil the land hidden since ancient times

Remembrance follows behind
Resists the passage of time
The sailors' hope heyday
Enchanted land of today

The greed of the kings from the old higher reigns
Forbade the sea dwellers to call its true name
Hy breasail the land of sweetness and love
Of danger, but hope, true science and lore

Remembrance follows behind
Resists the passage of time
The sailors' hope heyday
Enchanted land of today

Ah!
Towards the fate of dying shores
Tomorrow, the sunshine whore
The land of no evil
A vision, collision
The cradle of this earth
The altar of kindred souls

For the land of no evil
A vision, collision
The cradle of this earth
The altar of kindred souls

On the ocean that hollows the rocks where ye dwell
A shadowy land has appeared, as they tell
Men thought it a region of sunshine and rest
And they called it hy-breasail, the isle of the blest