Ladies in the north with your kissing eyes Loving homes are your fiery arms Gazing through the buzz of the delta flies Whispering to you of my present charm ♪ Ladies in the north With your worn-out leathers Burning harpy feathers Growing plants out of eggs Blessed to be your grounds And your crops forever Celebrating the seasons Dancing wild wild legs ♪ Every time Ι'm closing, you treat me right With your herbal infusions And a piece of tart Singing in return of your mighty legends 'Βout them wishing wells You so bravely guard Only for this time Hear my news are darker 'Βout the fellow masters And their hollow plans They wanna poke the hills They wanna poke the mountains For the black blood to flow Through your virgin lands