What inspiration do you bring from the land of mists?
Oh Celtic Princess, civilizations lost await your presence.
The Prince of Egypt beckons you to join in celebration,
Rose petals cool the desert sands for your feet,
while the blood of history flows down the Nile.
The blue sky is burning like the fire in your eyes.
What wonders revealed will point the direction truth traveled?
Will you stand at the pinnacle of the Pyramid,
to shine as a beacon in the night,
Or will you allow yourself to fade into life's mirage.
Oh Celtic Princess we await your return
and the rebirth of our youth.
