Fàilte by Hand of Kalliach Lyrics
Tharraing an cuan dlùth orm agus bha an guth soilleir
Fàilte gu òran dubh na cailleach
Placid once, awakened now
Malice in intent
Iron turns to stone once more
As old and frail lament
One last task awaits us still
Before the dying day
Cuidich mi mo charaid
Thoir dhomh do neart
Fiodh
Construct deliverance from sanctum
Iarann
Grind the earth into a blade
Ohr
Pulls the hearts from safer harbours
Sannt
Draws the fools to early graves
Oidhche
Give to us the veil of shadow on approach
Madainn
Light the way to ruined future torn asunder
Teine
Cleanse and sanctify the towеrs of the blind
Fuil
Feed the thirsting soil, turn the wheel anеw
That silver stretched above
Mercury below
Its call brings bleaker times
Colour drained in snow
Whispers over horizons
Stir you from your sleep
The light that faded first
Is the last you keep
Fiodh
Construct deliverance from sanctum
Iarann
Grind the earth into a blade
Ohr
Pulls the hearts from safer harbours
Sannt
Draws the fools to early graves
Oidhche
Give to us the veil of shadow on approach
Madainn
Light the way to ruined future torn asunder
Teine
To the flesh and the sanctification of fortresses held by the blind
Fuil
As the wine to the soil below to drive out phantom dormant in mind
Hear echoes hollowed still
Rings once but screaming clear
That stone now ground to dust
As your shade beckons near
Wearied clocks trace eights
The grains lie still and blue
Glance not back at ash now
The stems will rise anew
Fàilte gu òran dubh na cailleach
Placid once, awakened now
Malice in intent
Iron turns to stone once more
As old and frail lament
One last task awaits us still
Before the dying day
Cuidich mi mo charaid
Thoir dhomh do neart
Fiodh
Construct deliverance from sanctum
Iarann
Grind the earth into a blade
Ohr
Pulls the hearts from safer harbours
Sannt
Draws the fools to early graves
Oidhche
Give to us the veil of shadow on approach
Madainn
Light the way to ruined future torn asunder
Teine
Cleanse and sanctify the towеrs of the blind
Fuil
Feed the thirsting soil, turn the wheel anеw
That silver stretched above
Mercury below
Its call brings bleaker times
Colour drained in snow
Whispers over horizons
Stir you from your sleep
The light that faded first
Is the last you keep
Fiodh
Construct deliverance from sanctum
Iarann
Grind the earth into a blade
Ohr
Pulls the hearts from safer harbours
Sannt
Draws the fools to early graves
Oidhche
Give to us the veil of shadow on approach
Madainn
Light the way to ruined future torn asunder
Teine
To the flesh and the sanctification of fortresses held by the blind
Fuil
As the wine to the soil below to drive out phantom dormant in mind
Hear echoes hollowed still
Rings once but screaming clear
That stone now ground to dust
As your shade beckons near
Wearied clocks trace eights
The grains lie still and blue
Glance not back at ash now
The stems will rise anew