Verse 1

He went too deep into the woods
and found her where the shadows crawl,
a meiga's back at distance far,
riding a wolf through the forest heart.

It's jaws drip blood, a corpse half-chewed,
one carcass swallowed, the body is gone.
She flings the next, and limb by limb,
the beast devours the rotten bones.

Chorus 1

DOOMED!
He must run, escape her sight,
his amulet will protect from harm,
he sprints away through the grove,
while spirits hunger for his soul.

Break 1

Has she missed him or she pretends?
the wind blows, the shadows blend,
these woods are hell, they lure and lie,
the forest swallows every cry.

Verse 2

Sprinting fast through roots and stones,
he turned and there she stood once more,
wolf being fed, just as before,
as if he had been there transported.

In front of him, the same cursed sight,
"how can she be ahead my path?"
Like time itself had been rolled back,
the jaws still chew, the corpses piled.

Repeats chorus 1

Break 2

Familiar oaks, same fucking mud,
in circles he's been running on.
fingers pry his empty bag,
he forgot his amulet afar.

Chorus 2

DOOMED!
Now the truth is clear,
the meiga smiles, his end is near,
her eyes ignite with hellish fire,
the last he sees before he dies.

Chorus

Death comes from the sea
Brigantia's best steel
Sons of Mil, sharpen blades!
Revenge brings dark fate.

Scythe in hand Death watches,
the battle of the year.
All prepared for Reaper's meal
as bleeding Tuatha kneel.

Verse 1

Far in the distance a paradise gleamed,
from the tower's top hinted emerald fields,
like a siren's call with rotted breath,
luring Ith to his final death.

Three kings smiled,
their hearts all black.
Welcomed him, then,
stabbed him in the back!

(Repeat chorus)

Verse 2

Swords clash on Inisfáil's shore,
three against three are finally bound.
Breogán's kin fights supernatural foes
avenging Ith's murder with deadly blows.

Amergin falls and the ground shakes,
Iberian gods hold their breath.
A fatal wound his soul drains.
Will Mac Greine claim the fame?
In barely a blink, he raises tall
one clean strike, the king's skull rolls...

Ending

Piles of corpses, a raven's feast,
the kings are dead, but not for free,
the clan avenged, but shrinked too.
Fire spreads in vengeful doom.

The only victor is Death,
wars are lies, gods a charade.
The Reaper grins, his job is done.
Ashes scatter as the wind blows.

Verse 1

Greed's whisper grows,
avaricious hands obey,
forgetting his faith,
the cross's shadow now cast away.

Beneath the earth where Mouros thrive
will gold await, or endless nights.
As the tunnels shift,
he ignores that the curse is alive.

Chorus

No end in sight, no rest, no grave,
the voice commands "Walk more, my slave!"
As he goes down, his breath grows thin,
the air is vile.

Lost and damned!
he treads alone
for eternity
in the dungeon of despair.
Cursed wealth,
a thief's wage.
Paid with time
in the dungeon of despair.

The Mouro's voice, a dreadful sound,
echoes deep below the ground.
His laugh is heard above the abyss,
"Fools who dig shall never...

...leave!" Be damned!
he treads alone
for eternity
in the dungeon of despair.
Cursed wealth,
a thief's wage.
Paid with time
in the dungeon of despair.

The Mouro's voice, a dreadful sound,
echoes deep below the ground.
His laugh is heard above the abyss,
"Fools who dig shall never leave!"

Bridge

Unrotting flesh, yet mind decays,
memories fade as walls pass by.
The Sun won't rise to mark the eons,
his loved ones forgot him and died.

Verse 2

Centuries pass, and he still walks,
as greed digs toward cursed walls.
Tunnels twist in a labyrinthic maze
of endless halls that go nowhere.

Betrayed his god, now god turned his back,
sealed him forever in claustrophobic grind.
Buried deep no treasure gleams,
eternal chains for a greedy mind.

(Repeat chorus)