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lyrics
Hiraeth
Lost in the shadow of a blackest kingdom,
A little boy is fighting for his survival.
His mother was the evil queen of a dark place and she died
By the cross of father Gorth…
Lost child of misery, what’s your destiny here !
In this cursed land...
Evil was fought by another kind of evil,
The one we called “Majesty” slayed so many creatures…
“I’m the one who knows the truth !
That you kill for the taste of blood,
Not for your damned survival !
Don’t worry, I will keep your dark secret,
Unlike the others, I just feel the same.
An old soul in a tormented life,
Hard to be able to remain bright...
Seed of Evil can’t be buried !
Show me your maleficent flame,
Pure and golden like Hell !"
In the heart of the woods, he recognized the “monster” !
In times past, he’d killed his dear mother,
He was called father Gorth and possessed half of the shadow land.
As an absolute master, he reigned on it !
Majesty wielded his powerful sword,
A merciless fight had begun :
- “You must die!”
Then it was in this way,
Gorth passed away…
And Majesty was thus banished of the shadows land !
“I’m the one who knows the truth !
That you kill for the taste of blood,
Not for your damned survival !
Don’t worry, I will keep your dark secret,
Unlike the others, I just feel the same.
An old soul in a tormented life,
Hard to be able to remain bright...
Seed of Evil can’t be buried !
Show me your maleficent flame,
Pure and golden like Hell !"
The fallen prince took refuge on the other side,
In a place populated with quiet minds.
As a majestic phoenix, resurrected !
He was greeted by a kind lady (Who gave him so much time…)
She looked after him , as if he was her own son.
Then it was a new life, no more blood lust !
And Majesty was happy away from the shadows land.
Confused by the purity of the lady’s kindness,
The young boy feels he doesn’t really belong here...
Some people were the old guardians of an ancient prophecy,
About a demon with an angel’s face !
Lost child of misery, what’s your destiny here,
In this nice land...
Seed of evil can’t be buried, you should know this...
Majesty ‘soul was unable to remain pure...
