Abracadabra - Tuatha de Danann

Following the whistler we’ll going straight ahead

One by one, magic’s flowing hear the whistler and his songs

He show us all the secrets of the music, life and spells

Teach the language of birds, magic rhymes that sounds like bells

Step by step we’re going staring at this beautiful faun

Leaded by this wise man that came from the underground

The tunes he plays sounds like a nightingale

His old whistle lead us to the rainbow

He is the last man who knows old words to charm on

So come on…

Waiting for his sign — We´re following his light

Facing all this Bright — shall leave this world behind