Nordic Discord Challenge - Summer Bingo D5 Genre: NeoFolk Theme: Hardship Lyrics: The soil is thin and the winter lasts for years Our hands are cracked from pulling roots and stones The priest rides through with fire and with fear He says our mothers sold their souls for bones They took the healer and they took the midwife Tied them to the post and watched them burn and choke They say the plague came from our whispered life But we were only tending to the folk Rise up you hunted women of the moor They burn the flesh but cannot burn the lore When the rope is tight and the pyre is lit Remember every herb and every root The fire is a lie they cannot quit But we are not the poison in their fruit Rise up you hunted women of the moor They burn the flesh but cannot burn the lore From the scorched ground, we will grow again We are the daughters of the cursed earth
