Kishore Kumar Hits

Primordial - Hosting of the Sidhe şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Primordial

albüm: Storm Before Calm


The host is riding from Knockarea
And over the graves of Clooth-na-bare;
Caolte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling away, come away
Empty your heart of it's mortal dream
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band
We come between him and the deed of his hand
We come between him and the hope of his heart
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caolte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling away, come away

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