Sial At Play - In Gowan Ring

Sial sings songs south of the river — Sial the sage

Sial serves voices so strangely they seem — Sial the mourner

There are no challengers here to his strange mystery

In the ages when his wild angels were wandering

South of the river to the cemetery calling

Out of the wild wilderness wandering

The forest of bones amid the wild wolves howling

Lately in mourning south of the river — Sial the Angel

Sial the sage of the ages is calling — He wanders no more

He watches and waits through the wind and the wild storm

All through the lands of the lilting lovers

The babies of angels their sons and their daughters

Following, following down through fields they wandered

Sial sings songs south of the river — Sial the sage

Sial serves voices so strangely they seem — Sial the Mourner

He watches and waits through the wind and the wild storm

Sial the sage of the ages is calling — Sial the angel

Sial the sage, the mourner, the angel — He wanders no more