Iona

On Isle Iona lives a girl
She quenched the thirst of the prince of the world
Holy Water Holy Water
Thick in the mist of green Dun I
Pearls ascend from well to sky
Holy Water Her Holy Water
She flew into the in the veil
As the ships set sail with their inquisition
And now, just as they've feared, she is not leaving
Behind the veil, the girl is still breathing in…
Holy Water Her Holy Water
On Isle Iona
Her body rests
Un-weathered by times long conquest
Severed from sight in the remains
Of the holy well of the witches reign