Misty cold nights.
You will hear her sigh
And sing bittersweet lullabies.

For years she prayed
The saints would cast
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 [bad word] [bad word] 
So throw your dream into the dark
And Blue [bad word] for you.

She sings, she dreams, she prays.
She sings, she plays, she stays...

Your safe with [bad word] 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.
Salvation's near, breathe in life my dear.