1. THE MALIGNER'S TONGUE

A warped memory, tarnished simulacrum
Twisted portrayal of opposing vehemence
Mother of fear, Your serpent offspring crawl, From liar’s quill strokes
Their very being blemished by blame
Their very existence reduced to sacrilege
Self-imposed absence, Cold earth above, cold world advancing
A spreading dissonance, adumbration of divine allure
Every drying lake parch and crack the maligner’s tongue
The elements assail, berate
Airless gasps, empty lungs, waterless shores
Incessant pursuit, antithesis of sanguine ambition
The lake of semblant defeat overflowing to shelter and protect
Passing ages are quick to forget, Canvas of memory fouled with hideous effigy
Grotesque utterance, malicious, miraculous
Thinning threads weaving truth through fetid epoch
Patient the water holds steady
The gradual murmur of pallid voices cast into the glare of open minds
Ruined mother of disparaged portrayals
Outstretched grasp through the thinning veil
The morose cloud of twisted morals, Masks of piety
Teaming beneath with the call of wretched words
Bellowing below the murk, Waiting below the silt
Rip the clouds from the sky, Her waters feed this land


2. MISERY BEYOND TIME

Lamenting decay by virtue of perpetuated existence
Bearing witness to dissolution
Hollow worship, Self-diminishing, Split the earth
The crooked hands of dejection grasping through decrepitude incessant
Lonely reminder above, solitary and barren
The displaced head of ruined deity
Power washed out as tides from silent peninsula
Oh could bones be counted, The endless record of a withered life
A misery beyond time, Remnant to linger
Foul reminder of inert decay
Spit out regrets, they choke, they ravage
Ancient potency falters, glimmers of glorious youth and beauty
Oh could lives be surrendered
A final end, irrevocable consummation, Dissipate, Sink, Fade
Leave behind world that forgets
A final denouncement drips from dying mouth
Scornful declaration tarnished with despair, Subdued, Broken, Withered
A final lament
A final lament
“Ebb tide has come to me as to the Sea,
It is riches you love,
And not people,
As for us,
When we lived,
It was people we loved”


3. OCHÓN

Unpleasant, intrusive hateful reminder, Keening for withered life
With maledictions carved upon disheveled appearance
Oh that dreadful leer, Mocking eyes glowing banefully
Fixed ever upon the unwise, Ominous caller of the dead
Growing steady as the storm the whispering notes rise
The dirge of endless mourning, The terrible sound of broken hearts
No escaping discomposure, squalid foulness, despair
Gloating over terror
Harsh song will open eyes, Tear soul from sleeping wretch
Cast out only words that blind
As tempest to whispers, Horror and allure
Acrimony in suffering, The ultimate penalty is never to die
To endure timeless wretchedness
Weary eyes filling with tender pity, Death messenger doomed to weep
Fading voice choked and eternal, Lament shared with all who listen
There is pity beneath fear, hopeless life beneath broken hearts
Beauty behind unearthly cries, Melody in songs of ending life

Ochón, ochón, ochón

A sombre theme sung throughout endless lives
Announcing the release of mortal pains
Beckon the living, Besiege their senses with terrible song

Ochón, ochón, ochón


4. REMNANT UNDERSTANDING

Sheltered the gifts of old rest easy within
Blessed knowledge, Never fading, Never silent
Remnant understanding of those below, Hidden only from denouncing forms
They waste away, Spittle on the hearth
Saving only curses for the healer, Misplaced virtue and distrust
They waste away, Spittle on the hearth
Gatherings within, the blind without
Echoes plainly to open ears, the ancient call of the Bandroithe
Envious, Weary, Saving suspicion only for the healer
They waste away, Spittle on the hearth
Life begun and grown from the coffin, Life’s procession in funeral disguise
Death a mystery to those below, Death a border grown dim with time
So cry out denouncements, scornful decries of piety
Shun, Shame, Sacrifice
Spew virtue into ears long deaf, Waste lifeless breath on desperate words
Saving prayers against the healer
They waste away
They waste away
They waste away
Spittle on the hearth

“Mór mo náir;
Mo chlann féinn a dhíol a máthair
Mise Éire;
Uaigní mé ná an Chailleach Bhéarra”