The Flowing Stream...


A Shape Of A Woman On Its Shore


She's Washing My Cloak


Which Was Stained By The Clay Of Time





Her Eyes Are So Sad And Full Of Grief


A Flow Of Tears Running On Her Cheek


Her Look Tells Me It All...


Soon It'll Be The Time To Leave





Three Questions...


I Still Had In My Confused Mind


She Answered To Me


With The Riddles Of Time





She Took My Hand...


Without Saying A Word To Me...


...and We Fell...


Into Depths Of The Stream





Changing This All...it's Just An Eternal Dream


To Raise The Misty Curtain Of Night


I Take The Key...which Will Set Me Free


That's The Final Way I Still Could Find





I'm Waiting For My Sweet Bhéan Sidhe


Who Will Take Me Into Her Realm Of Hades


At The Gate Of Flames They Call Me By My Name


I'll Be One With Fire...again





I'm Falling...recalling My Only Lighter Moments Of Life


I'm Yearning...and Dreaming Of Warm Embrace Of My Childhood Time





My Darkened Past Uncovered


Was Buried In Those Shades Of Night


I Heard The Silent Whispers


Which Lulled Me To Eternal Sleep





No More Waiting...No More Yearning...


Someone Else Will Take My Place


Bhéan Sidhe Has Returned


To The Shore Of Hades