Memories Of The Ash Tree - #NDC_Bingo [D2]

Pagan metal, Celtic lament in 6/8 time, slow and flowing, Modal melodies in Dorian scale, Violin and Irish bouzouki, soft background choir, Ambient synths for emotional depth, Female vocals, soft vibrato, singing like remembering a loved one, reverent and nostalgic, Inspired by ancient folk traditions and modern fantasy folk, Natural ambience: forest, birds, fire crackling

NDC Summer Bingo Challenge: [D2]
Genre: Pagan Metal
Theme: Nostalgia

- #NDC_Bingo [D2]

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“Memories of the Ash Tree” is a Celtic pagan metal inspired by Enid, an elven druid whose magic is tied to the ancient wisdom of trees. In this song, Enid recalls the teachings of her grandmother—the previous druid of their tribe—who passed down all she knew about their sacred role. A song about roots, remembrance, and the quiet strength of legacy. 🍃✨

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      Let the thorns sing
    and the petals whisper.
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[Intro]
[Grandma] "Every tree holds a secret… some are yours to keep."
[Enid] "Which ones are mine to keep?"
[Grandma] "The ones that speak to your heart."

[Verse 1]
She spoke of the birch, (She spoke of the birch...)
Of new life and rebirth.
The abiding cycle that rules over Earth.
She spoke of the rowan, (She spoke of the rowan...)
From hexes a shield.
To curses and ill fate, you won't have to yield.

[Pre-chorus]
She spoke of the ash (She spoke of the ash...)
A bridge between worlds.
Of creation and demise, the secrets, it holds.
She spoke of the alder, (She spoke of the alder...)
The ash's faithful keeper
Into emotions and holiness, it invites to dig deeper.

[Breakdown]
[Enid] “I don’t know who I am.”
[Grandma] “Then walk. The trees remember.”
[Enid] “What do they remember?”
[Grandma] “They remember where you're from… and where you're going.”

[Chorus]
The ash tree remembers of a time you where here
My small hand in your rugged hand, someone I held dear
The ash tree remembers of your summer and winter
Of your presence I'm void, but love... doesn't wither.

[Verse 2]
She spoke of the willow, (She spoke of the willow...)
A custodian of dreams
In wisdom it shines, like the moon, in water gleams.
She spoke of the hawthorn, (She spoke of the hawthorn...)
Torn in love and desire
It walks on a thin line, between sincere and liar.

[Pre-chorus]
She spoke of the oak (She spoke of the oak...)
of the woods the great king
With its unmatched wisdom, unyielding order it brings.
She spoke of the holly, (She spoke of the holly...)
the oak's greatest foe
Unrelenting, it returns, with cold winter in tow.

[Breakdown]
[Enid] "Sometimes I feel lost in a forest of doubt."
[Grandma] "Then plant your feet. Listen. You'll find the path."
[Enid] "But what if I stray too far away?"
[Grandma] "Even the wildest roots find water in the vale."

[Bridge]
[Grandma] "Remember, child..some trees write truths the sky forgets."
[Enid] "What if I also forget?"
[Grandma] "Then rely on the trees… they'll help you, if you listen to them."

[Final chorus]
The ash tree remembers what I couldn't detain,
A hush in the branches that eases my pain.
The ash tree remembers your hands and your song
Though you are no more, your spirit... is strong.

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NDC Summer Bingo Challenge: [D2] Genre: Pagan Metal Theme: Nostalgia - #NDC_Bingo [D2] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Memories of the Ash Tree” is a Celtic pagan metal inspired by Enid, an elven druid whose magic is tied to the ancient wisdom of trees. In this song, Enid recalls the teachings of her grandmother—the previous druid of their tribe—who passed down all she knew about their sacred role. A song about roots, remembrance, and the quiet strength of legacy. 🍃✨ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ❀═══════🌹═══════❀ Let the thorns sing and the petals whisper. Find me on Spotify ❀═══════🌹═══════❀ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ [Intro] [Grandma] "Every tree holds a secret… some are yours to keep." [Enid] "Which ones are mine to keep?" [Grandma] "The ones that speak to your heart." [Verse 1] She spoke of the birch, (She spoke of the birch...) Of new life and rebirth. The abiding cycle that rules over Earth. She spoke of the rowan, (She spoke of the rowan...) From hexes a shield. To curses and ill fate, you won't have to yield. [Pre-chorus] She spoke of the ash (She spoke of the ash...) A bridge between worlds. Of creation and demise, the secrets, it holds. She spoke of the alder, (She spoke of the alder...) The ash's faithful keeper Into emotions and holiness, it invites to dig deeper. [Breakdown] [Enid] “I don’t know who I am.” [Grandma] “Then walk. The trees remember.” [Enid] “What do they remember?” [Grandma] “They remember where you're from… and where you're going.” [Chorus] The ash tree remembers of a time you where here My small hand in your rugged hand, someone I held dear The ash tree remembers of your summer and winter Of your presence I'm void, but love... doesn't wither. [Verse 2] She spoke of the willow, (She spoke of the willow...) A custodian of dreams In wisdom it shines, like the moon, in water gleams. She spoke of the hawthorn, (She spoke of the hawthorn...) Torn in love and desire It walks on a thin line, between sincere and liar. [Pre-chorus] She spoke of the oak (She spoke of the oak...) of the woods the great king With its unmatched wisdom, unyielding order it brings. She spoke of the holly, (She spoke of the holly...) the oak's greatest foe Unrelenting, it returns, with cold winter in tow. [Breakdown] [Enid] "Sometimes I feel lost in a forest of doubt." [Grandma] "Then plant your feet. Listen. You'll find the path." [Enid] "But what if I stray too far away?" [Grandma] "Even the wildest roots find water in the vale." [Chorus] The ash tree remembers of a time you where here My small hand in your rugged hand, someone I held dear The ash tree remembers of your summer and winter Of your presence I'm void, but love... doesn't wither. [Bridge] [Grandma] "Remember, child..some trees write truths the sky forgets." [Enid] "What if I also forget?" [Grandma] "Then rely on the trees… they'll help you, if you listen to them." [Final chorus] The ash tree remembers what I couldn't detain, A hush in the branches that eases my pain. The ash tree remembers your hands and your song Though you are no more, your spirit... is strong.

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