Video The Gold Torques Of Ulaid de Absu 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Absu - The Gold Torques Of Ulaid Lyrics

I see you slippin' away from my sight
My vision is dwindling,it can't be the night?
The chivalrous dragoons race toward the line
They bring crocks of barley, some honey and wine
I am the Red Knight that charges with might
I soar like a grey hawk I've seen in take-flight
The birds of prey land on the bleak river forks
In their beaks, gripping, are three bloody torques

It's sad to remember those sickening years
That shed the tears - Torques of Gold
A dream of Earth, the dream of Seas
We rode with spears - Torques of Gold
We brace 'em bold - Torques of Gold
We're wise, not old - Torques of Gold

The grey hawks flew in the mild Southern wind
The champions of the Red Branch Cycle defend
I'm Ross The Red of Ulàid, I've never failed
I'm the son, father's the High King, we prevailed
He saw you slippin' away from his eyes
His sight returned, as the night filled with lies
I weigh anchor hoist ocean deep, then set sail
I search for new Earth, Southern wind and the gale

We've been told
Your pride was sold
So face the bold
Strike
Far from home, we're so far (x4)

I see you slippin' away from my sight
My vision is dwindling, it can't be the night?
The chivalrous dragoons race toward the line
They bring crocks of barley, some honey and wine
I am the Red Knight that charges with might
I soar like a grey hawk I've seen in take-flight
The birds of prey land on the bleak river forks
In their beaks, gripping, are three bloody torques

It's sad to remember those sickening years
That shed the tears - Torques of Gold
A dream of Earth, the dream of Seas
We rode with spears - Torques of Gold
We brace 'em bold - Torques of Gold
We're wise, not old - Torques of Gold

The grey hawks flew in the mild Southern wind
The champions of the Red Branch Cycle defend
I'm Ross The Red of Ulàid, I've never failed
I'm the son, father's the High King, we prevailed
He saw you slippin' away from his eyes
His sight returned, as the night filled with lies
I weigh anchor hoist, ocean deep, then set sail
I search for new Earth, Southern wind and the gale
WE’VE BEEN TOLD
YOUR PRIDE WAS SOLD
SO FACE THE BOLD....
STRIKE!

Proclamation
Proclamation
Proclamation
Proclamation FAR
...FROM HOME
WE’RE
...SO FAR