Tir Na Nog

by Battlesoul

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Recorded and engineered at Icehouse Studios in Goderich, ON by Thomas Ireland.

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released May 15, 2013

Jon Doyle - Vocals
Mike Grund - Guitars
Thomas Ireland - Guitars
Nich Ireland - Drums
Bill Elliott - Bass

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Track Name: Ascension
I recall the days before the world turned cruel
when two young descendants had not yet thought to rule
As these seasons change it seems to me
he sees not a brother but an enemy

he has spoken of the voice that directs him to rise it
sings in his ear and promises ascension as his prize

father is growing old amidst this strife
I fear that my brother is growing bold
factions are building
and the turmoil is boiling
great gains can be made upon the pain of the people

he has spoken of the voice that directs him to rise
it whispers in his ear and promises ascension as his prize

it was an unassuming August morn
the younger of the brothers the last to be born
presumed upon himself my birth right
father was slain with a stolen crown
he cast me down the river
has taken a turn and I must follow its course
I must seek the strength that lives in me

he has spoke of the voice that directs him to rise
it whispers in his ear and promises ascension as his prize
Track Name: War Spirits
War spirits sing
and battle souls cry
forever they'll live though their bodies have
died wolves signal storms
as they howl in the night
they strengthen our might
when days are forlorn

Good friends good times!

divinity defiled

in the darkness i bleed
a blasphemous discipline
upon which i would feed
the people declared
that i would be the one
who would venture to the stars
and bow to none

those who sought the dawn
became so hollow
they feared to follow
the crimson shadow

the path of the poet
the fist in the skull
the will of the ancients
bow to vesperia

Big son of a bitch!

we have grown so weak with longing
for a life far gone we were strong
but now surrounded by corpses and horses
and the shadow of the westerman

an era when the blind
sing the sylvan
they speak of days long since gone
and after we have left this world
the ferriman will guide us home