Delvcaem

Lord "Art" of Ireland, lone warrior, love is in him
 Delvcaem was her name, unhappy prisoner of her parents,
 Enchantress was her mother,
 Who killed or died herself the wedding day
 He sailed over prohibited seas
 The waves, the sea and the wind carried him to love
 Dragons, giants and monsters,
 He fought, he won, ninety-nine pikes full of heads,
 An empty pike waiting for him,
 The fear is far, the enchantress is near
 Long is the clash, hard is the battle
 With the help of her husband Morgan,
 The sorceress tries to kill the warrior with her powers,
 Morgan died, she died, now her head adorns the last pike
 Hand in hand, the lovers fled
 The waves, the sea and the wind carried them to Ireland's coast
 Magic surrounded them, side by side, hand in hand,
 Without fear, they rode the sea
 The waves caressed them like the kindness of a summer wind
 Storytellers tell the story of this great love,
 Story of courage, magic, story of a fairy kingdom
 For Delvcaem, Art is not only the true love,
 He's much more, he is life, he is freedom
 Magic surrounded them, side by side, hand in hand,
 Without fear, they rode the sea
 The waves caressed them as the kindness of a summer wind