I'll tell you a old history about a young boy called Oisin
He was son of Finn Mac Cumhial the most wise man king of fenians

He was invited to go to Tir Nan Og
The land of the youth and of the free
So to there he went with the princess Niamh the Princess
Of golden hair Daugher of Manannan Mac Lir

He goes beyond the sanity
His power dominate his face
In faeryworld he entered with his love
The young boy Oisin with his maiden
He goes beyond the sanity
To live with his supreme love
In a land where there's no sadness
But one day he witch's to return

He can't touches the ground in Eire
If he touches he can't return
But he fell down and became
A weak and blind man
If you ask me to forgiveness
If you ask you'll be save
But if you recuse I'll tell you...
You'll burn in hell