The Moiren wove your live
from womg to grave
knew that you would dive
led you with their Irricht through winter cave

You ran behind their thread
your youth exhaled in spring air
given to the Naiad your wonder was dead
the Moiren now find a new adventure

You found yourself floating in a river
till you were called by her hymn
when the moon went high it made you shiver
and the summer lights went dim

In fall you fell
the Banshees mourned your death
but you´ll rise the Moiren could tell
so waiting you sat on the reef

You´re looking for the Irrlicht
guiding you
                     The Naiads
                          celebrating you
                                                      Got lured by Lorellei
So the Banshees sang