Текст песни
The heather blooms in violet scars
Beneath a sky of bruised and dying stars
I walked the path the drowned men know
Where the salt and the fresh water meet below
My kirtle wet, my hair undone
I was a daughter of the moon, not of the sun
You came with your oaths, your iron faith
A ring of gold to bind my wraith
But you don’t know what calls me home
When the black tide claims the loam
I am the mist upon the moor
The silent cry behind your door
You took my hand, but not my soul
The water’s deep and it takes me whole
Oh, love, I am already cold
A story the aching stones have told
You built a hearth, you prayed for spring
A cage of bone for a bird that cannot sing
I let you hold me in the light
But every night I fade from your sight
My veins run grey with northern rain
And the echo of a lament, a thousand years of pain
You hear the waves, a distant roar
You taste the salt upon the floor
You know not what you tried to claim
A woman of smoke and of shame
I am the mist upon the moor
The silent cry behind your door
You took my hand, but not my soul
The water’s deep and it takes me whole
Oh, love, I am already cold
A story the aching stones have told
Don’t you dare pray for me
My spirit was never lost
It was given to the deep
Paid at a terrible cost
There is a cairn where the selkies weep
A vow I was not mine to keep
This is the tide… it will not bend
This is the wound… that will not mend
You are the shore… I am the wreck
A phantom kiss upon your neck
I am the mist upon the moor
The silent cry… the endless war
You held my hand, but not my ghost
I love you most… I love you most
But I am already cold
A story the aching stones have told
The aching stones… grow old
The loch-born bride… is cold
