I walk my own path The whole world lies before me No longer in my heart do my demons dwell Upward I stand The weight cast from my shoulders Facing my foes placed where my devil’s fell Cower before king of criminal, lady or whore – I will not Or otherworld spirits or gods, save one – I will not Mar is mise Bard an Rí ach fós Rí an Bard – Fear my words Driven from halls of kings were we no places of shelter for us or na Rí From place to place we were hunted down as the did – as they still do – steal our crown Flight of earls and wild geese rendered our craft obsolete. Working as Spailpíns far underground dreading the day when we would be found. Banned and damned by Gael and Gall Joining the gods and the sídhes at the mound In this land of dead souls full of greed who feel they have all – are not in need. But spat at am I in the land of the blind. Souls they lie rotting as carrion fly I pronounce my curse, a curse on you all Only a matter of time before the proud fall.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
