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EGRAINE LYRICS
"Once Lost... Now Found" (2005)
1. Where Exhale is a Reward...
2. A Never Told Prophecy
3. Brian Boru's March
4. Third Autumn and Winter
5. The First Notes of a Tragedy
6. From the Fury of the Norsemen, Oh God, Deliver Us!
7. The Rapture of a Butterfly
8. Lady Mary Hay's Scotch Measure
9. Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great!
10. The Missing Boat
1. Where Exhale is a Reward...
Where exhale is a reward
Born under the sun, cradle of stories
weird poems and tales narrated at night.
Merchants of a storm, velvet, gold and bonev silk, salt, spice, ivory and pearls.
Laments of despair
vanished in the the air
hopes and illusions
lost and shattered on the ground
Raw reality, grave of errant pilgrims
dusk of holy vowes, harvest of disgrace.
Dry river of stone where tears fall and die
diamonds in the rock, buried in the sand
Chorus
There, on the the dunes,
golden breasts of Mother Earth
where the sun and the moon weave the tunes.
Silver guards light the path
hidden by the wind,
in a land without scepter
where exhale is a reward...
(Solos)
Rised is the humble staff towards a distant sky.
Gods despise the request, a drop on this sea of sand
Laments of despair
vanished in the the air
hopes and illusions
lost and shattered on the ground
Chorus
2. A Never Told Prophecy
A Never Told Prophecy
Judge for yourselves, see what you've become,
soon what was given will be all returned.
May these my words settle in your hearts
you're drawing closer to what was foretold
Chorus
Light fades away,
night fills my soul,
a terrible sight is hounding me.
If I'm dreaming how can it hurt when I awake?
Bowels of the earth bleed rivers of fire
Oceans shall rise to wash away your sins
Chorus
3. Brian Boru's March
Brian Boru's March
War cries are heard from Munster's hills
his brother Mahon, the eldest son
can't hold the sword, to find revenge
united at last, they face the Norse.
A track of blood, awaits our lord
the nothern wolves, by treason slay
wielding his sword, called up the tribes
so Brian arose as Irish High King.
Love songs are heard, from Munster's hills
his wife, his queen, his love and his sin;
the shine of gold, will take its toll.
United we stand, divided we fall.
The hands of the king, healing the land,
his eyes can't see, what lies ahead
The Darkness dwells, in Brian's halls
North wind proclaims: It's time for war.
Chorus
Poet and bard, lover and father,
fighter upcast in many battles.
A legend forged in Irish fire.
Honor the Old Man, show your respect.
The nothern seed, spreads in the fields.
They bide their time, to find their chance.
On 1014, dire deeds awake
Draw out your swords for the sake of our King
God bless our souls in this Holy Day
sad songs will sing our victory
The hordes ride swiftly to their ships
A knife in the dark took the life of our King
4. Third Autumn and Winter
Third Autumn and Winter
Let me leave, my love, without any tear.
We both know I cannot stay, not anymore...
Leaves are dancing their dying waltz.
The rain of Autumn slowly turns to snow.
Chorus
Quiet your laments, still I have to go.
Winter is here! And tears or kisses won't make me remain.
Awaken this morning the Sun wasn't shining.
My time here is already gone. It couldn't last...
Leaves are dancing their dying waltz.
The rain of Autumn slowly turns to snow.
Chorus
(Solos)
But I will remember the time we shared...
Will you too, as lovers do, await my return?
Leaves are dancing their dying waltz.
The rain of Autumn slowly turns to snow.
Chorus
5. The First Notes of a Tragedy
The first notes of a tragedy
The man of many paths has come, the favored one of the muses
he'll make you laugh he'll make you cry, see how he charmes the audience.
So let me tell you about this man, His, it is a sad story
he found his love in another man's arms, still yearns for her retuning.
And now the road's his only home, the cheer of the crowd is his shelter
No friend at all but wherever he goes his presence's acclaimed and welcomed
Who could tell those skillful hands, bringing alive the harp strings,
are stained with the blood of his love that once fled away
Chorus
Sing along the rambler's tune and leave behind all your troubles,
drink and dance, joy will remain for all night long.
Let the music fill your hearts and carry away all your sorrows,
enchanted tales from distant lands will fade away at dawn.
The tune of the lute inside his soul entoned by the wind as he marches
hidden inside a veil of lies there's laughter whe he should be crying
Nobles and folks gather around, it's time to leave all your duties
news from the kingdom have come to town, legends and folklore
Chorus
(Solos)
Chorus
6. From the Fury of the Norsemen, Oh God, Deliver Us!
From the fury of the Norsemen, oh God,deliver us!
One morning they came over the fog, across the sea,
vast and wide, from the land of
whitest cliffs and crystal lakes.
They're devils in disguise sailing our seas,
burning our churches and looting our towns.
Beware of them, of Those Who Plunder!
Chorus
From the fury of the Norsemen, oh God, deliver us!
From the fury of the Norsemen, good Lord, deliver us!
Oh please, merciful Father we cannot stand upright.
Please, merciful Father grant our souls a holy rest.
Those giants of ice took her away,
killing my son and believing me dead,
I ran away hopeless and frightened.
Tears ran through my face, echoes from far agonic cries...
What to do? Where to hide?
Beware of those who sail in dragon ships!
Chorus
(Solos)
That morning they left throughout the smoke across the sea,
vast and wide, to their land of
whitest cliffs and crystal lakes.
Few of us are left in silent grief,
there are no words to be said,
while our priest looks at the sky, waits for an answer...
Chorus
From the fury of the Norsemen...
7. The Rapture of a Butterfly
The rapture of a butterfly
Chorus
Couldn't believe in fantasy
as childhood stories cannot hurt
once inside the faery world
my old beliefs have died
I saw them fly under a night sky
hypnotic dance of these lights which rove and hide throughout the trees
whispering songs in the cold breeze
their charming tunes, something strange I feel and fear and try to fight
All that I had heard
by the fire those days when I was a child
became true and so real, so cruel and terrifying...
I heard them jeer in their own speech.
Treacherous words of these lights which sing and scoff confusing me.
whispering lies in the cold breeze
this spooky place really makes me fear the dream of butterflies
All that I had heard
by the fire those days when I was a child
became true and so real, so cruel and terrifying...
Chorus
(Solos)
Chorus
All that I've known is behind me.
My memories start to thin in the mist of the times that I've behold.
All that I've learnt is forgotten.
I've crossed the line and there's nothing I can do to return
All that I had heard
by the fire those days when I was a child
became true and so real, so cruel and terrifying...
Chorus
8. Lady Mary Hay's Scotch Measure
Lady Mary Hay's Scotch Measure
Chorus
Through the veil of night the elder moon
closed her gloomy eyes and cried
mourning tears which fell just like rain
on the Scottish battlefield
When I had to leave, Mary made me promise
that I would come back safe and victorious
Full of pride I was marching with my kinsmen,
joyfull, wild and brave sons of the Highlands
Once the fight begun chaos and confusion.
Bagpipes shouted their cries weeps and wails
Now I find myself bleeding on the ground.
Oh! How much I wish I could have lived and returned...
Chorus
(Solos)
Chorus
9. Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great!
Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great!
Bloody river, wine of lust
mistress of Assur, thy old Babylon
Chants, golden idols howl deep inside
Look, veil's been torn! What she has become...
Chorus
"Give her back as she has given you,
may her cup be twice as strong as she gently gave
Give her as much pain and torture as
pride and luxury she gave herself"
said a voice from the sky
"I sit as queen, I am not a widow
I will never mourn!" she boasts, Babylon
Therefore her plagues shall come in one day
Mighty is Lord God! What she has become...
Chorus
(Solos)
Chorus
"Give her back as she has given you
may her cup be twice as strong as she gently gave
Give her as much pain and torture as
pride and luxury she gave herself"
What she has become... Mighty Babylon!
10. The Missing Boat
The missing boat
'Tis now two months or more,
since a boat left the shore,
mann'd by a skipper and all of his men.
It sail'd at night away,
a storm came on next day,
and breaking hearts long
for the boat's return since then.
The skipper's wife goes down
ev'ry day from the town,
she's on the watch for tidings on the shore.
She strains her aching eyes,
and throughout her descries,
the phantom of a form
that will come back no more.
(Solos)
The child she lulls to rest,
lulls to rest on her breast,
asks, when will father come back again?
She dares not give reply,
but with a heavy sigh,
and sighing still hopes on,
although all hope is in vain.
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