[Intro] [Driving upbeat Telecaster twang, melodic singing fiddle, steady rhythm acoustic guitar and tight punchy drums] [Verse 1] From ancient privateers upon the northern tide To seventeen-nineteen, nowhere left to hide Russian galleys sweeping through the shallow sound Leaving ash and ruin on the frozen ground Walls of Gäddeholm collapse into the blaze An empire crumbling in the summer haze Every wharf and cottage swallowed by the flame Erasing borderlands in the invader’s name Cinders drifting down into the wounded bay A coastline burning as the light gives way [Pre-Chorus] The town was moved to meet the open sea Yet found no shelter from the arson decree The water turns to black, the smoke ascends Where imperial glory abruptly ends [Chorus] Flames consume the castle in the black expanse! Gäddeholm is broken in the fire dance! Ash and cinder raining on the Baltic shore As the navy batters at the kingdom's door! Yet through the ruins and the burning air The stone church rises from the scorched despair! [Verse 2] The manor tumbled down into the scorching deep A burning archive that the centuries keep Yet through the smoldering clay and charred debris The people gather from the fiery sea Timber can be burned and stone can turn to gray The soul of Trosa will not yield today From the blackened embers and the shattered plain The walls of Tureholm will rise again A palace reborn on the broken ground Where silent iron anchors still are found [Bridge] The town burned to the ground Gäddeholm fell to ash July seventeen-nineteen Tureholm shall rise Out of the ashes! [Chorus] Flames consume the castle in the black expanse! Gäddeholm is broken in the fire dance! Ash and cinder raining on the Baltic shore As the navy batters at the kingdom's door! Yet through the ruins and the burning air The stone church rises from the scorched despair! [Outro] År sjuttonhundranitton. [Singing fiddle and pedal steel solo with a sharp final Telecaster resolve]
