Belle Nielis | Immerse yourself in the enchanting world of Celtic folklor

This song is inspired by the Celtic legends of the Fairy Folk, mystical beings who dwell in hidden places, luring travelers into their enchanted realms. Many who enter never return, lost in the dance of timeless beauty and illusion. The song captures the eerie allure of these spirits, blending mesmerizing melodies with haunting warnings of those who strayed too far.

This song is inspired by the Legend of the Children of Lir, one of the most haunting tales of Irish mythology. In this tragic story, four royal children are cursed by their jealous stepmother and transformed into swans, doomed to wander the waters for a thousand years. Though time erases kingdoms and names, love and sorrow remain eternal. The song captures the melancholic beauty of their fate, blending a dreamlike melody with the echoes of their voices lost to the wind.

“Sky’s Bleeding Black” is a storm-forged anthem of chaos, power, and survival. ⚡🌪️ Set beneath an apocalyptic sky, the song captures the fury of nature turned against the world — thunder roaring like ancient blood, and winds howling like wolves at the end of days. With driving rhythms, searing guitars, and raw, emotional vocals, it’s a dark hymn to endurance when everything is falling apart. 🔥 Theme: The storm, destruction, resilience in chaos 🎸 Genre: Dark Rock / Heavy Atmospheric Metal / Apocalyptic Sound ⚡ Mood: Intense, epic, and relentless

This song is inspired by the legend of Balor, the Evil Eye, the feared leader of the Fomorians, whose gaze could destroy everything in its path. Feared as a god of destruction, Balor was cursed by a prophecy that foretold he would be slain by his own grandson.

This song is inspired by the Celtic legend of Oisín and Niamh, a tale of love, enchantment, and tragedy. Oisín, a warrior of the Fianna, is taken by Niamh, a magical woman from Tír na nÓg, the land of eternal youth. There, he lives years of happiness, but his longing for Ireland grows. Upon returning, he discovers that centuries have passed, and the moment he touches mortal ground, he ages and dies. The song seeks to capture the contrast between immortal love and the fleeting nature of time, evoking the melancholic and mystical tone of Celtic folklore.

Hidden Magic Underneath the emerald shade, Where sunlight dares not creep, Whispers in the glade, Ancient secrets softly sleep. Shadows dance with golden light, Spirits weave their silent spells, Twilight whispers taking flight, In the places magic dwells. Oh, hidden magic’s sway, Breathing life unseen, Guiding night and day, Through realms that lie between. Roots entwined in sacred ground, Veins of earth that pulse and flow, Hear the echoing sound, Of chants from long ago. Feel the air grow still and cold, As unseen watchers gaze, Stories never told, Flicker in the twilight haze. Oh, hidden magic’s sway, Breathing life unseen, Guiding night and day, Through realms that lie between. In every leaf and stone, Mysteries softly sing, The forest’s breath alone, Holds spells of everything.

Voices of the Wind Through the ancient hills they call, Whispers soft on midnight’s breath, Echoes rise then gently fall, Tales of life and silent death. Dancing leaves in moon’s embrace, Carry secrets old and deep, Shadows move with haunting grace, Guarding memories they keep. Oh, voices of the wind, Whispering through time’s veil, Songs of where it all begins, In legends long and frail. Once forgotten, now retold, Words that wander through the night, Chilling warmth in stories old, Guided by the pale starlight. Hear the murmur through the trees, Feel the ancient spirits near, In the sigh of every breeze, Their mysteries we hear. Oh, voices of the wind, Whispering through time’s veil, Songs of where it all begins, In legends long and frail. When the dawn begins to sing, And shadows fade away, Still their echoes softly cling, In the wind… they stay.

Call of the Wild In the quiet of the dawn, Whispers stir beneath the leaves, Ancient voices softly drawn, In the wind that sighs and grieves. Through the earth beneath my feet, Echoes rise from roots below, Heart and soil slowly meet, In the rhythm waters know. Oh, call of the wild, Pulling me back home, To the earth so undefiled, Where the spirits freely roam. Shadows dance on moss and stone, Guiding me through memory’s maze, I am never quite alone, In the forest’s sacred gaze. Feel the pulse beneath the ground, Hear the whisper of the trees, Lost and found without a sound, In the breath of ancient seas. Oh, call of the wild, Pulling me back home, To the earth so undefiled, Where the spirits freely roam. In the stillness, I am known, One with all that’s ever been, Roots and spirit fully grown, In nature’s timeless hymn.

Ancient Guardians of the Wood Whispers through the emerald leaves, Echoes of a time long gone, Shadows dance beneath the trees, To a melody softly sung. Ancient spirits guard this land, Roots that breathe and branches sway, Wisdom carved by nature's hand, In twilight’s golden ray. Oh, Guardians of the wood, Keepers of the earth and sky, In your presence, pure and good, Time stands still as ages fly. Under moonlit silver light, They gather where the rivers bend, Silent voices in the night, Guiding hearts they must defend. Hear the wind's enchanted song, Feel the earth beneath your feet, In their arms, we all belong, In their watch, souls softly meet. Oh, Guardians of the wood, Keepers of the earth and sky, In your presence, pure and good, Time stands still as ages fly. When the dawn begins to break, And shadows fade away, Know their spirits stay awake, In the forest's breath… they stay.

Dance of the Shadows Underneath the ancient boughs, Where moonlight softly gleams, Shadows twirl and bend their vows, In a world woven by dreams. Whispers echo on the breeze, Carving paths of silent grace, Figures glide among the trees, Masks of twilight on each face. Oh, dance of the shadows, Under moon's enchanted glow, Secrets only midnight knows, Where the wild spirits flow. Footsteps light as autumn leaves, Circles drawn in silver sand, Every breath the night conceives, Moves to music softly planned. Hear the rustling of the night, Feel the rhythm in the air, Lost between the dark and light, Shadows weave their ancient prayer. Oh, dance of the shadows, Under moon's enchanted glow, Secrets only midnight knows, Where the wild spirits flow. When dawn whispers them away, And shadows lose their flight, Their echo’s left to sway, In the heart of endless night.