Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Curse of the Cwelled, artist - Forefather. Album song Curse of the Cwelled, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 16.08.2015
Record label: Seven Kingdoms
Song language: English
Curse of the Cwelled |
Snared under fire-blackened skies, fettered in humbling irons |
Burned are the staples of life |
Crushed by a torturing hand, terrors demolish the land |
Low is the spirit of man |
Yield prostrate in decay, dignity stolen away |
Grim is the price that was paid |
Brave are the ones who defy rulers in castles on high |
Slowly a nation will die |
Arrogant conquering powers, pompous in ivory towers |
Crows at the carcass devour |
Oil in a deadly machine, cruelty reigning supreme |
Sneering at all that has been |
But we will rise, cast them aside |
See the tyrants flee to the hostile sea |
And we will own all that will be |
Never fade or fall, ever breaking free |
See the fires on the hills |
Hear the hammers ring |
Feel the thrill of the fight |
Let the storm begin |
'Worhton castelas wide geond þas þeode, and earm folc swencte, and a syððan hit |
yflade swiðe. |
Wurðe god se ende þonne God wylle.' |
- AS Chronicle 1066 |
(They built castles all across the land, and oppressed the wretched people, |
and afterwards it grew ever worse. |
May the end be good, when God wills.) |
Harshly, the wretched compelled; |
bearing the curse of the cwelled |
Plundered is dwelling and feld |
Roaming, the ousted adrift; |
stoic, the stalwart persist |
Bleak is the conqueror’s gift |
But (so) we will rise, cast them aside |
See the tyrants flee to the hostile sea |
And we will own all that will be |
Never fade or fall, ever (we are) breaking free |
See the fires on the hills |
Hear the hammers ring |
Feel the thrill of the fight |
Let the storm begin |