The maids of elfen-mere

Watch over the boy with chestnut hair

And as he dreams about his love for them

They make a vow to protect him

Spinning their song

Sung by a happy corpse

Foreseeing a pretty girl drawing

Her arrow

But what they want to know

Will she bring him

True love

Or sorrow

The maids of elfen-mere

Don't know that the boy with chestnut hair

Winds back the clock at the 11th bell

Hoping to follow them

Through the veil

Spinning their song

Sung by a happy corpse

Foreseeing a pretty girl drawing

Her arrow

But what they want to know

Will the queen of eastland or the wastelands be waking

The maids of elfen-mere