Tír na nÓg

Tír na nÓg is a fairytale where there are endless feasts and all manner of pleasantries. A timeless realm across the sea; yet if you come back to touch mortal land you rapidly age often to dust.

"Tír na nÓg"
Most folk rot in shadowed hollows,
Chained beneath a sky of ashen woe.
Most folk crave the lost horizon,
Where their broken spirits long to go.
Tír na nÓg growls low to claim you,
Through the dark, through the void.
In your bones you’ll feel her calling,
“Rise and come, rise and come.”
Tír na nÓg shrieks o’er the tempest,
Banshee’s voice on the wind,
“Here am I, your cursed dominion,”
“Cross the veil, cross the veil.”
Your own buried vengeance,
Your own blackened dreams,
Fester on the moorland,
And howl in the streams.
If you yield you’ll find me,,
Where the blood meets the sea.
“Here am I, your promised ruin, your doom eternal,”
“Come to me, come to me.”
(Chorus)
Tír na nÓg!
Tír na nÓg!
Tír na nÓg!
Someday you’ll face me, greet me
Looming in the deathlight,Sinking in the black mire
My fangs tear the heavens, My claws rend the spirit
A shroud of endless night, A pyre of cold despair
You’ll hear my banshee keening,
Wailing through the dark tide,
“Sharp as a blade’s cruel edge,”
“Come to me, Tír na nÓg, come to me.”