Olde Throne – Children of Lir Lyrics
Artist: Olde Throne
Song: Children of Lir
Upon the lake
Under light of moon
The swans sing
Songs of great sorrow
Restless they wait
For the curse to end
Innocent
Condemned to exile
Cast out
On their own
With no place
To call home
Cursed hand
The witch had played
900 years
Doomed to wait
As the nights
Grow more cold
Still they roam
With hope they shiver
With human voice
They wail at night
Through lonely centuries
All friends have died
Discarded
Left to roam
The lonely lands
Year after year
Wandering
With no return
To the hall of gods
Til the bell is rung
And in the end
A new god comes
To the Celtic lands
And the old gods fall
Baptised
By a holy man
They return to form
Withered they die
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Olde Throne – Celtic Sorrow
Olde Throne – An Gorta Mór, Pt. II
Olde Throne Lyrics – Children of Lir
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From the album:
An Gorta Mór
Release Year: 2022