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Rebel spirit (old English)

Sibeal McCoy
Sibeal McCoy
A high-energy rock anthem with a driving rhythm section, prominent electric guitars, and a powerful female lead vocalist, The song features a classic rock arrangement with a clear verse-chorus structure, a guitar solo, and a bridge that builds intensity, The instrumentation includes a drum kit providing a steady beat, a bass guitar laying down a solid foundation, and multiple electric guitars playing both rhythm and lead parts, The lead guitar often uses a distorted tone, particularly during the solo and fills, The female vocals are strong and clear, delivered with a passionate and slightly raw quality, often harmonized in the chorus, The tempo is upbeat, and the key is major, contributing to the anthemic feel, Production emphasizes a full, live band sound with a good balance between instruments and vocals, Reverb is used on the vocals and guitars to add depth

**Vers 1** On þǣm fægere lande, þǣr freodom's sang rǣdeð, A tale of wōe and strīfe ic nū sceal singan. Of rīcend bold, ac wīc in hiera dæde, A tyrant clād in orenge, blīnd tō þē. **Cōr** Ā, lande mīn, þǣr lībǣrty dōð dwelle, Ac byrðen by a knāf, a wrecced scell. Wið heorte ablǣse, ic rǣs myne stefn in ire, Wið þǣm crown þe dōð mīn sāwle conspīre. **Vers 2** Of feorhweardum sǣ, ūre forðcyningas forðferdon þone brǣne, To sēcan rīce þǣr rihtwīsnes mæg entwīgan. Ac, wēah, behēold, ān gleawmann on þǣm þrym, Mid wordum fyres, hē hēoldheortas tō stān. **Cȳr** Ō, eard mīn, þǣr frēodōm dōð wunian, Ac byrðen byð of ān scēawere, ān wreccen hēafod. Mid heorte onblāwan, ic ārǣse mīn stefn on īre, Wið þone cyning þe dōð mīn sāwle. **Bridg** In sceadu deopum, þa eorðscēawende seofon, For drēamas of frið under blōdredan heofon. Þēah wit stondaþ, ūre gāstas entwined, For lufu of lande, ūre heorte ne bið blind. **Vers 3** Sōþlice gehīe mīn cwealm, ge frēond, feorr and nēah, Læt nǣnig orange tyrant turnian ūre tide. For on ūre handa, þæt miht to onfōn, Þæt land þe wē lufiaþ, onfēnging frēodōmes flāme. **Cyning** O, eard mine, þær freodom wunað, Ac byrðen byð of an unrihtwisan, an wretched scell. Mid heorte on fyr, ic aræce mine stemne on ire, Wið þone cyning þe myne sawl conspire. **Endebyrdnes** Þus singa we nu, on anrædnesse and miht, For soðfæstnys sceal scinan, fordrifan deorste niht. Mid ælcum cyrde, læt freodom's geþing soar, For lufu eard, we sceolon forðriht!