Bean Feasa (The cunning folk)

[Atmospheric Intro] [Forest Ambience] [Distant Frame Drums] [Celtic Harp] [Tin Whistle Motif] [Soft Female Vocal] The candle burned without a melt a secret that refused to fold something old woke in the wax grown tired of being controlled Every prayer they made me say still didn't make the knowing leave it just went further underground and learned to wait, and learned to grieve [Build] [Fiddle Enters] [Bodhrán Begins] We come from hands that stopped a bleed from women bred to see and know they buried what they couldn't kill and called the burying a vow [Instrumental Interlude] [Tin Whistle] [Hammered Dulcimer] Behind the water heater's rust a leather book of names I lost one generation's guilty script undoing what the last one crossed Every daughter told the same that knowing was a borrowed sin so they folded up the gift and swallowed it, and locked it in [Chorus] [Layered Harmonies] [Full Celtic Ensemble] We come from hands that stopped a bleed from women bred to see and know they buried what they couldn't kill and called the burying a vow [Instrumental Dance Break] [Fiddle Lead] [Uilleann Pipes] [Driving Bodhrán] [Wordless Female Vocals] A name that surfaces before the news a warning felt before it's spoken I knew the leaving in my bones before the world caught up and noticed [Final Chorus] [Soaring Vocal] [Double-Tracked Lead] [Stacked Harmonies] [Strings Swell] We come from hands that stopped a bleed from daughters taught to doubt and hide I light the wick without apology and let it burn, and let it guide [Outro] [Drop to Harp and Drone] [Soft Whistle] [Whispered Harmony] The wax was never what they feared it only asked to be believed I am what the silence buried and never fully grieved [Wordless Vocalise] [Fading Tin Whistle] [Natural Reverb Tail]