“When the Old Fires Went Cold”

Irish folklore male with a sad voice, dramatic, intense, deep coarse voice, aggressive

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Verse 1
The rain came down on the blackened stone,
Where we laid my brother beneath the bone.
No horn was blown, no raven cried,
Only the wind where the old gods died.

He walked with me where the ash trees grew,
Through mist and frost and morning dew.
Now I stand where the heather weeps,
And call his name to the hollow deep.

Chorus
Oh, carry him over the northern sea,
Where the whale-road mourns eternally.
Let the banshee cry through the mountain rain,
For the old way is gone, and I remain.
Sorrow beyond pain, grief beyond breath,
A friend has gone through the doors of death.
And all that I loved, all that I knew,
Fades like smoke in the winter blue.

Verse 2
We drank by the fire when the nights were long,
Sang old tales in a broken song.
Of warriors, fae, and kings of stone,
Of gods who watched but left us alone.

Now the hearth is ash, the hall is bare,
Your empty chair still waits you there.
The harp strings tremble, the candles fall,
And silence answers every call.

Bridge
If the Valkyries came with wings of fire,
May they lift you high from the funeral pyre.
If the sidhe came soft through the veil of green,
May they lead you where no hurt is seen.

But I am left on this cursed shore,
With one less voice than the day before.
The world turns on, but I stand still,
A broken man on a haunted hill.

Verse 3
The old way sleeps beneath the clay,
The sacred oaks have been cut away.
No runes are carved, no druids sing,
No ancient bells of mourning ring.

Only the crow on the standing stone,
Only the cold in my blood and bone.
Only your ghost in the evening flame,
Whispering low when I speak your name.

Final Chorus
Oh, carry him over the northern sea,
Where the whale-road mourns eternally.
Let the banshee cry through the mountain rain,
For the old way is gone, and I remain.
Sorrow beyond pain, grief beyond breath,
A friend has gone through the doors of death.
And all that I loved, all that I knew,
Fades like smoke in the winter blue.

Outro
Sleep now, brother, beneath the thorn,
Where the grey hills wake with the mournful morn.
I will meet you where the dark waves roll,
Where the old gods gather every soul.

Until that day, I walk alone,
With your name carved deep in my heart of stone.
The fire is low, the world is rain,
And nothing will ever be whole again.

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“When the Old Fires Went Cold” Verse 1 The rain came down on the blackened stone, Where we laid my brother beneath the bone. No horn was blown, no raven cried, Only the wind where the old gods died. He walked with me where the ash trees grew, Through mist and frost and morning dew. Now I stand where the heather weeps, And call his name to the hollow deep. Chorus Oh, carry him over the northern sea, Where the whale-road mourns eternally. Let the banshee cry through the mountain rain, For the old way is gone, and I remain. Sorrow beyond pain, grief beyond breath, A friend has gone through the doors of death. And all that I loved, all that I knew, Fades like smoke in the winter blue. Verse 2 We drank by the fire when the nights were long, Sang old tales in a broken song. Of warriors, fae, and kings of stone, Of gods who watched but left us alone. Now the hearth is ash, the hall is bare, Your empty chair still waits you there. The harp strings tremble, the candles fall, And silence answers every call. Chorus Oh, carry him over the northern sea, Where the whale-road mourns eternally. Let the banshee cry through the mountain rain, For the old way is gone, and I remain. Sorrow beyond pain, grief beyond breath, A friend has gone through the doors of death. And all that I loved, all that I knew, Fades like smoke in the winter blue. Bridge If the Valkyries came with wings of fire, May they lift you high from the funeral pyre. If the sidhe came soft through the veil of green, May they lead you where no hurt is seen. But I am left on this cursed shore, With one less voice than the day before. The world turns on, but I stand still, A broken man on a haunted hill. Verse 3 The old way sleeps beneath the clay, The sacred oaks have been cut away. No runes are carved, no druids sing, No ancient bells of mourning ring. Only the crow on the standing stone, Only the cold in my blood and bone. Only your ghost in the evening flame, Whispering low when I speak your name. Final Chorus Oh, carry him over the northern sea, Where the whale-road mourns eternally. Let the banshee cry through the mountain rain, For the old way is gone, and I remain. Sorrow beyond pain, grief beyond breath, A friend has gone through the doors of death. And all that I loved, all that I knew, Fades like smoke in the winter blue. Outro Sleep now, brother, beneath the thorn, Where the grey hills wake with the mournful morn. I will meet you where the dark waves roll, Where the old gods gather every soul. Until that day, I walk alone, With your name carved deep in my heart of stone. The fire is low, the world is rain, And nothing will ever be whole again.

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