[Intro] Ash on her hands Salt on her tongue Names of the dead Breathed one by one
[Verse 1] Mona sleeps in iron fog Crows are circling Slow and wide Banners claw the sky in shreds Steel at the shoreline Teeth of tide Bare feet sink in black cold sand Blood in the foam Red-rimmed white Aine draws a circle small Whispers break the bone of night
[Chorus] Aine of the burning isle Rise And remember Old oaths Old embers Turn in your eyes Aine Untie the storm Flame in the heather Stone Skin Feather Fold to your form Aine of the burning isle
[Verse 2] Oak roots twist beneath her heel Drums of the deep earth start to roar Air turns heavy Edges warp Shields feel heavier than before Smoke curls Carving older signs Over her shoulders Pale and scarred Tongues of the unseen lean close Hissing every hidden card
[Chorus] Aine of the burning isle Rise And remember Old oaths Old embers Turn in your eyes Aine Untie the storm Flame in the heather Stone Skin Feather Fold to your form Aine of the burning isle (oh-oh)
[Bridge] She calls the fire by its secret name It answers in her veins In her veins She calls the wind like a hunted wolf It howls through ranks and chains She calls the river in its winter voice It claws the crossing stone She calls the dead who never slept And no one rides alone (hey!)
[Chorus] Aine of the burning isle Rise And remember Old oaths Old embers Turn in your eyes Aine Untie the storm Flame in the heather Stone Skin Feather Fold to your form Aine of the burning isle Aine Let the sky divide Bones will shiver Kings will wither When you decide Aine of the burning isle
Musikstyle
Cinematic dark Celtic folk with booming frame drums, low war horns, and droning hurdy-gurdy; female vocals cutting through misty choirs. Verses stay hushed over bodhrán pulse and harp; chorus erupts with layered battle chants and hammered dulcimer accents. Final chorus climbs a full step with thunderous toms and distant choral wails, then drops to a single voice and drone., celtic