Where once there were two standing stones / Facing proudly in a field / One lies broken on its side / Since the meeting of the spheres / Beneath that stone, a warrior / Whose bravery knew no bounds / Who gave his life so you’d be free / And a tyrant be overthrown / They said he had a heart of stone / No love or tender touch, no / Till a singing lark sang her song / And cracked his heart in two / They battled through a land so cruel / Where lowborn starved and toiled / Fighting to avenge their clans / And free the commonborn / I am that lark, that standing stone / Standing by my lover’s side / My voice is dying in the wind / As our story starts to fade / I’ll feel your warmth no more my love / I’ll feel your warmth no more / But from our love, a seed has grown / A seed to save our world

Éile