If you from Testara to Jandberg should roam
you may call at an inn called »The Maiden of Stone»,
and though sometimes names tell a story so true,
others claim that it lies, and belief’s up to you
But those who know better will beg you come near
and relate what has happened if you’d like to hear.
In this very same village, one century ago
there once lived a maiden with beauty aglow,
to the goddess devoted, she dwells by the shrine
where she dances the days of the Virgin divine.
Now be told that the dancer is bound to the ways
of the Virgin so pure till the end of her days.
To no man and no woman her heart she must bind,
nor experience love but in spirit and mind.
Yet there’s one young man in the village nearby
for whom her great fondness she cannot deny.
When fate weaves as fate will there’s no one can hide
to each other’s hearts she has both of them tied.
Now as night grows nearer, the dancer soon speeds,
driven by yearning, yet held back by needs,
to a tryst with her lover down there by the wood
to be with the man who her heart understood
So the night’s spent with happiness that must not be,
in the morning it’s back to the shrine she flees.… Weiterlesen