Iona - Metal Mother

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