Tarja Turunen - Ciaran's Well

Misty cold nights.

You'll hear her sigh

and sing bittersweet lullabies.



For years she prayed

the saints would cast

a spell for the forest to let her go.



She sings, she dreams, she prays.

She sings, she plays, she stays.



The black old well holds ancient tales

and makes all wishes come true.

So throw your dream into the dark

and Blue will come for you.



She sings, she dreams, she prays.

She sings, she plays, she stays...



Your safe with me, come to me

and bathe in these sacred, holy waters.

Cleanse your soul and mind;

I will take your grief away.

I will release your from your pain,

the saints will watch over you.

Salvations near, breathe in life my dear.