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Группы : Дискографии

Cruachan: "The Morrigan's Call" – 2006

энциклопедия: Cruachan

Состав группы:

Karen Gilligan – вокал и перкуссия
Keith Fay – электро– и акустическая гитары, бузуки, банджо, бодран, мандолина и перкуссия
John Clohessy – бас, бэк-вокал
Joe Farrell – ударные и перкуссия
John Ryan Will – скрипка, банджо, бузуки, клавишные

Приглашённые музыканты:

John O'Fathaigh – ирландская флейта, дудки
Aine O'Dwyer – ирландская гармоника

Композиции:

Shelob
The Brown Bull Of Cooley
Coffin Ships
The Great Hunger
The Old Woman In The Woods
Ungoliant
The Morrigan's Call
Téir Abhaile Riú
Wolfe Tone
The Very Wild Rover
Cuchulainn
Diarmuid And Grainne

Лирика

1. Shelob

A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile,
a beast with no mercy or heart.
She will lead you in with a sinister grin,
and then she will tear you apart.

Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite.
Her cruel claws will hold you tight.
This sickly spider will rip your skin
and poison you from within.

Her horrible reign has lasted an age;
yet no one will challenge her rule.
She lives un-checked in her cave of web,
so brutal, malicious and cruel.

But a traveller came from the north one day,
so innocent, caring and kind.
Blind walked the traveller into the cave,
unaware of what he might find.

The beast attacked with all its might.
The traveller ran from its sight.
He pierced the creature, a painful strike,
then ran from the cave in fright.

Now the beast remains in her cave of hate
claiming victims whenever she can,
but not our hero, who came from the north.
Stronger is he since he ran.

A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile,
a beast with no mercy or heart.
She will lead you in with a sinister grin,
and then she will tear you apart.

Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite.
Her cruel claws will hold you tight.
This sickly spider will rip your skin
and poison you from within.

Her horrible reign has lasted an age;
yet no one will challenge her rule.
She lives un-checked in her cave of web,
so brutal, malicious and cruel.

But a traveller came from the north one day,
so innocent, caring and kind.
Blind walked the traveller into the cave,
unaware of what he might find.

The beast attacked with all its might.
The traveller ran from its sight.
He pierced the creature, a painful strike,
then ran from the cave in fright.

Now the beast remains in her cave of hate
claiming victims whenever she can,
but not our hero, who came from the north.
Stronger is he since he ran.

2. The Brown Bull Of Cooley

Maeve was a queen with a passion for war.
She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more.
She wanted the bull that dwelled in Cooley –
a magnificent beast that she longed to see.

Maeve was a queen with a passion for war.
She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more.
She longed for the bull that dwelled in Cooley –
a magnificent beast that she longed to see.

The men of Ulster would not concur.
"No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!"
She gathers her armies she looks to the north.
On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth.

Maeve is warned by a faerie prophet:
she had a vision of evil, malice and death.
"This cannot be, as anyone will tell,
the men of Ulster are held by an ancient spell."

But true this news was and here I will tell why –
Ulster's defender was merely a boy.
Cuchulainn was his name; he was free from the curse.
Single combat was arranged and he would fight first.

He slays many soldiers through the day and night.
No matter whom he faces, Cuchulainn wins the fight.
He is watched by The Morrigan, the Goddess of war.
Love grows in her heart as she views from afar.

The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite,
until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight.
Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword.
He feels sad and angry and will fight no more.

Cuchulainn's father then rode to the North,
to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar's fort.
"Men are being killed, women carried away!"
He called to the warriors who were in disarray.

Cuchulainn's father then rode to the North,
to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar's fort.
"Men are being killed, women carried away!"
Their lines are broken, in disarray.

An accident happened and his head was cut off,
but continued to speak and choke and cough.
This spectacle brings Ulster out of its spell;
they go to Cuchulainn and Ulster fights well.

Maeve has been defeated and to Connaught he returns,
but there is a twist to this tale, a very strange turn.
She captured the bull and brought it to Cruachan.
It killed her own bull and in the morning was gone.

3. Coffin Ships

(инструментал)

4. The Great Hunger

We are alone in this cursed land, left to die like starving dogs.
Our crops have failed us yet again; nothing grows in this desolate bog.
I hold my daughter in my arms. She is too weak to stand or walk.
Her face is gaunt, her belly empty; she cannot see, she cannot talk.

What money I had has all been spent, on bread and milk and bloody rent.
They take from us all that we have, these bastards that from Hell were sent.
My wife is dead. My home is lost, all around me dead and dying.
I grip my child, I hold her tight. I must go on, I must keep trying.

To the harbour is where I plan to go, to escape the land I love so dear.
The English are the rulers here. They eat their fill. The have no fear.
I look to the heavens and shout aloud "What has poor Ireland done?"
The world looks on and sees us starve, dying one by one.

My strength has failed, I can't go on. Beside my daughter I lay.
Some bread or corn could save her life. All I can do is pray.
I hold her hand and wipe a tear as I watch a new day dawn.
My daughter seems so peaceful now; to heaven she is gone.

5. The Old Woman In The Woods

There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, weile weile waile.
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, down by the river Saile.
She had a baby three months old, weile weile waile.
She had a baby three months old, down by the river Saile.
She had a pen knife, long and sharp, weile weile waile.
She had a pen knife, long and sharp, down by the river Saile.
She stuck the pen knife in the baby's heart, weile weile waile.
She stuck the pen knife in the baby's heart, down by the river Saile.
There were three loud knocks come a'knockin on the door, weile weile waile.
There were three loud knocks come a'knockin on the door, down by the river Saile.
There were two policemen and a special-branchman, weile weile waile.
There were two policemen and a special-branchman, down by the river Saile.
They put a rope around her neck, weile weile waile.
They put a rope around her neck, down by the river Saile.
They pulled the rope and she got hung, weile weile waile.
They pulled the rope and she got hung, down by the river Saile.
And that was the end of the woman in the woods, weile weile waile.
And that was the end of the baby too, down by the river Saile.

6. Ungoliant

Evil incarnate from the depths of night,
a monstrous creature that hungers for light.
Corrupted by Melkor to do as he says,
this hideous spider, unwillingly obeys.

Telperion and Laurelin shone brightly this night,
these trees of the Gods, created for light.
All around Valmar shone silver and gold.
Melkor seen this and his grew cold.

Over the fields of Valinor she came;
the fear of Melkor drove her insane,
to the mound where the trees did grow.
Melkor struck both with a mighty blow.

Their sap poured forth as if it were blood.
Ungoliant drank as fast as she could.
All across Valinor darkness did reign.
Their evil achieved: the trees lay slain.

7. The Morrigan's Call

I fall to my knees, I await my death.
A fallen warrior, hear my last breath.
I fought so fierce, I fought with pride.
Now I am just another who died.

Who will care for my child? Who will care for my wife?
I leave them behind at the end of my life.
I long to stay and watch my child grow,
but I am dead and I must go.