Old Well - Demether

When he was riding through the old Romanian town

Heading to the East, he had to stop 'till dawn…

He had to stop' till dawn…

Late it was, he took water from a well

Glittering and cold, water quenched his thirst…

But, that old well was dry…

And the moon was shining bright

Scattered sparkles rounded the well

Sound of a distant flute he heard

His horse ran away…

Suddenly, some children all in white

Made a ring around him, whispering:

He, who drinks the water from the well

Falls into her embrace, tells the tale…

As the eyes are windows to the soul

Through his gaze she’ll know it all…

No one ever heard a word of him

Some tale says his soul still lingers thirsty…

And if you’re riding

Through some old Romanian town on your road to East

You should never stop before the dawn…

Never stop before the dawn…