Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Exiles, artist - Cruachan. Album song Folk-Lore, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 20.04.2008
Record label: Karmageddon Media
Song language: English
Exiles |
Loneliness was all she knew |
Because of her God sent beauty |
Evil and carnage were sure to ensure |
Her death was Conchobars duty |
The high king Conchobar would not dare |
So he did her away from his people |
Deirdre will live and grow up fair |
Then marry me in my temple |
(18 yrs. Later) |
She was disgusted by Conchobar |
And vowed she would not be wed |
I love only the man who bears the colours- |
Black white and blood red |
I know such man!, her aide explained |
But Deirdre could only hope |
Uisneach’s sons were led to the forest |
With Naoise, she would elope |
No place was safe for the four exiles |
They left Eireann with heavy hearts |
But to see her face and see her smile |
Gave the brothers strength to depart |
In Albas' hills they made their home |
And began a simple life |
Local hatred had suddenly grown |
Men wanted her as a wife |
Conchobar dreamed of Deirdre his true love |
He longed for the touch of her skin |
His duties neglected, his life so affected |
Why did she leave the court of the King? |
After some time he explained he was wrong |
Or so we were led to believe |
This sorrowful song I have sung for too long |
Naoise agus Deirdre I now forgive |
Naoise always longed to go back home |
When he heard the news he wept |
The brothers prepared for the journey ahead |
With Fergus Mac Roth they all left |
The exiles returned to the King alone |
And knew there was something not right |
Conchobar made his plans be known |
The brothers took up the fight |
The exiles fled to the sorrowful forest |
Foloowed by the king’s men |
Deirdre was hidden but they needed rest |
They could not fight again |
Naoise smelt death and he quietly said- |
Please Deirdre stay where you are |
A belt of a sword and the brothers fell dead |
Deirdre smelt blood on the air |
(Conchobar:) |
Cannot you see, I did this for you |
Our wedding can now take place |
They left for Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew |
In a chariot she felt deaths embrace |
I am Deirdre, for a short time alive |
To end life be evil, 'tis worse to survive |
From the chariot she fell to her death |
To be with Naoise, to smell his sweet breath |