Mael Mordha Curse Of The Bard
I walk my own path
The whole world lies before me
No longer in my heart do my demons dwell
Upward I stand
The weight cast from my shoulders
Facing my foes placed where my devil’s fell
Cower before king of criminal, lady or whore – I will not
Or otherworld spirits or gods, save one – I will not
Mar is mise Bard an Rí ach fós Rí an Bard – Fear my words
Driven from halls of kings were we no places of shelter
for us or na Rí
From place to place we were hunted down as the did – as
they still do – steal our crown
Flight of earls and wild geese rendered our craft
obsolete.
Working as Spailpíns far underground dreading the day
when we would be found.
Banned and damned by Gael and Gall
Joining the gods and the sídhes at the mound
In this land of dead souls full of greed who feel they
have all – are not in need.
But spat at am I in the land of the blind.
Souls they lie rotting as carrion fly
I pronounce my curse, a curse on you all
Only a matter of time before the proud fall.
