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Saor
Members | |
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Current | |
Andy Marshall | All instruments, Vocals (2013-present) |
Member(bands): Fuath, Askival, In Vino Veritas, Àrsaidh, Falloch, Concept of Time | |
Current (Live) | |
Bryan Hamilton | Drums (2014-present) |
Member(bands): Cnoc an Tursa, Barshasketh | |
Rene McDonald Hill | Guitars (2015-present) |
Member(bands): Cnoc an Tursa, Fuath (live) | |
Lambert Segura | Violin (2016-present) |
Paolo Bruno | Guitars (2018-present) |
Member(bands): Lunar, Thy Light, Hypnotic Mantra, Desdominus, Dreamstate, Lord Sergulath, Germ (live), Kawir (live), Sergulath | |
Martin Rennie | Guitars (2020-present) |
Past (Live) | |
Martyn Moffat | Guitars (2015-2016) |
Tony Dunn | Guitars (2016-2018) |
Member(bands): Cnoc an Tursa, Blackwork, Falloch, Lost Persona | |
Sophie Rogers | Vocals (female) (2019) |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Roots | Full-length | 2013 | Show album |
2 | Aura | Full-length | 2014 | Show album |
3 | Roots / Aura | Compilation | 2015 | Show album |
4 | Guardians | Full-length | 2016 | Show album |
5 | Forgotten Paths | Full-length | 2019 | Show album |
Roots
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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May 16th, 2013
(as the band "Àrsaidh") |
Darker than Black Records | DTB104 | CD | Digipak |
July 3rd, 2013 | Fortriu Productions | Digital | Bandcamp | |
January 30th, 2015 | Northern Silence Productions | NSP 129 / NSP 129-CD | CD | |
January 30th, 2015 | Northern Silence Productions | NSP 129 / NSP 129-DG | CD | Digipak, Limited edition |
January 30th, 2015 | Northern Silence Productions | CD | Box set, Limited edition | |
March 13th, 2015 | Northern Silence Productions | NSP 129 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 2 colors |
December 1st, 2017
(as the band "Àrsaidh") |
COG Recordings | COG005 | Cassette | Digipak |
August 21st, 2020 | Season of Mist | SOM546LP | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 4 colors, Reissue, Remastered |
August 21st, 2020 | Season of Mist | Digital | Bandcamp | |
August 21st, 2020 | Season of Mist | SOM546D | CD | Digipak, Reissue, Remastered |
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. | Vocals, All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martyn M. | Recording, Mixing |
Kogaion Art | Artwork, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Roots | 16:35 | Show lyrics |
Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man’s soul "Scotia’s thistle guards the grave Where repose her dauntless brave Never yet the foot of a slave Has trod the wilds of Scotia"* Never forget Their sacrifice *Verse from the poem "Scotia’s Thistle" by Henry Scott Riddell |
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2. | Carved in Stone | 13:33 | Show lyrics |
When day fades into night Stars ignite the sky Illuminating sacred stones Mysterious carvings glimmer Revealing archaic prophecies Ghostly whispers haunt the air Evoking ancestral wisdom I stand hypnotised My destiny unfolds before me As I ascend to a higher purpose Beyond this life Now awake I stand free |
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3. | Saorsa | 02:17 | instrumental |
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4. | A Highland Lament | 17:32 | Show lyrics |
We are sorrow’s children Torn from Alba’s womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora and darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient echoes in the breeze The fallen leaves of autumn Withering away |
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49:57 |
Aura
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 6th, 2014 | Fortriu Productions | Digital | ||
June 6th, 2014 | Northern Silence Productions | NSP 128 / NSP 128 / NSP 128-CD / NSP 128-CD | CD | |
June 6th, 2014 | Northern Silence Productions | NSP 128 / NSP 128-DG | CD | Limited edition, Digipak |
March 13th, 2015 | Northern Silence Productions | NSP 128 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 2 colors |
March 15th, 2016 | Nebular Winter Productions | NWP15 | Cassette | Limited edition |
September 11th, 2020 | Season of Mist | SOM566D | CD | Digipak, Reissue, Remastered |
September 11th, 2020 | Season of Mist | Digital | Bandcamp | |
September 11th, 2020 | Season of Mist | SOM566LP | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 4 colors, Reissue, Remastered |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Tin whistle |
Guest/Session | |
Austin Lunn | Drums, Bodhrán |
John Becker | Strings |
Nevena Krasteva | Viola (track 4) |
Beth Frieden | Vocals (Gaelic) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martyn Moffat | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
Kogaion Art | Logo |
Andrew Gilmore | Photography |
Spenser Morris | Recording, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Children of the Mist | 12:14 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been searching for answers in a distant place We’ve discovered lost wisdom in a long forgotten age We are heathens re-born Sons and daughters of valour and lore We are the haunters of woods, glens, lochs and shores Our blood runs through the veins of this sacred earth We are bound to this ancient land Like rampant lions we’ll roar and break free from these chains We will never surrender to this age of degeneracy With pride as our weapon and honour as our shield We will never be enslaved, we shall never yield! |
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2. | Aura | 13:39 | Show lyrics |
I see there woods, and I see there thickets, I see there the fair and most fertile of meadows; I see there the deer on the ground in the corries Hiding in mantles of mist. Lofty mountains and resplendent ledges, There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honour. Light is my step as I leap up to meet them; ’Tis with pleasure I’ll stay there a while. |
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3. | The Awakening | 10:09 | Show lyrics |
To truly understand the essence of antiquity Learn the lore of the land Become the atavist Embark on a journey Through the aeons of time èirich! Like the druid And wanderers of old Follow the celestial compass Towards the ether And beyond the illusion of God èirich! O, reignite the flame Sacred fire of ancient ways And forge an iron will Within your heart and soul This age will rot and decay But stay focussed Do not stray From the overgrown path Your forefathers once tread |
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4. | Farewell | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover’d with snow, Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. |
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5. | Pillars of the Earth | 12:11 | Show lyrics |
As the ocean swallows the sun Shadows appear on the horizon White headed peaks crowned by the dying light Mark the funeral of day and the birth of the night I begin my ascent Towards the pillars of the earth As I stumble along this meandering path The bitter wind sweeps aside waves of mist Perched on the throne of the mountain I now gaze out onto the desolate plain As I let my thoughts swim amongst aurora’s light Tonight I have conquered the stars |
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56:37 |
Roots / Aura
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Roots | 16:36 | |
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Side B | |||
2. | Carved In Stone | 13:53 | |
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3. | Saorsa | 02:19 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
32:48 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | A Highland Lament | 17:33 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
2. | Pictish Pride (Ainshval cover) | 06:32 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
24:05 | |||
Disc 3 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Children of the Mist | 12:18 | |
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Side B | |||
2. | Aura | 13:48 | |
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26:06 | |||
Disc 4 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Awakening | 10:21 | |
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2. | Tombs | 02:36 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
3. | Farewell | 08:24 | |
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4. | Pillars of the Earth | 12:14 | |
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33:35 |
Guardians
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 11th, 2016 | Northern Silence Productions | NSP 145 / NSP 145-DG | CD | Limited edition, Digipak |
November 11th, 2016 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
November 11th, 2016 | Fortriu Productions | Digital | iTunes | |
November 11th, 2016 | Northern Silence Productions | NSP 145 / NSP 145-CD | CD | |
December 10th, 2016 | Nebular Winter Productions | NWP18 | Cassette | Limited edition |
March 28th, 2017 | Northern Silence Productions | NSP 145 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 4 colors |
2019 | Northern Silence Productions | NSP 145 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Coloured, Repress |
January 15th, 2021 | Season of Mist | SOM575D | CD | Digipak, Reissue, Remastered |
January 15th, 2021 | Season of Mist | Digital | Bandcamp | |
January 15th, 2021 | Season of Mist | SOM575LP | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Bryan Hamilton | Drums |
John Becker | Strings |
Meri Tadić | Fiddle (tracks 1, 4) |
Kevin Murphy | Highland bagpipes |
Rene McDonald Hill | Bodhrán (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Land of Light Photography | Photography |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording (drums, vocals) |
Martyn Moffat | Recording (guitars) |
Meri Tadić | Recording (fiddle) |
Kevin Murphy | Recording (bagpipes) |
Spenser Morris | Recording (strings), Re-amping, Mixing, Mastering |
Sebastian Wagner | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Guardians | 11:31 | Show lyrics |
The hue of her waters is crimsoned with slaughters, And the blood of the martyrs has reddened the clay; And dark desolation broods over the nation, For the faithful are perished, the good are away. On the mountains of heather they slumber together. On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay. How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping Though far from their kindred they molder away. Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish, The martyrs of Scotland that now are away. |
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2. | The Declaration | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
By oppression’s woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty’s in every blow!— Let us do or die! |
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3. | Autumn Rain | 11:09 | Show lyrics |
Full of grief, the low winds sweep O’er the sorrow-haunted ground; Dark the woods where night rains weep, Dark the hills that watch around. Tell me, can the joys of spring Ever make this sadness flee, Make the woods with music ring, And the streamlet laugh for glee? Sad shall it be, though sun be shed Golden bright on field and flood; E’en the heather’s crimson red Holds the memory of blood. Noble dead that sleep below, We your valour ne’er forget; Soft the heroes’ rest who know Hearts like theirs are beating yet. |
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4. | Hearth | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d, From wandering on a foreign strand! I’ve wandered through the ancient glens Where the air is filled with sorrow and climbed to the highest of peaks Walked amongst the haunted ruins of my nation There’s nowhere I’d rather be This is my home My heart My soul My hearth |
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5. | Tears of a Nation | 11:18 | Show lyrics |
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish’d peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown’d, Lie slaughter’d on their native ground Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door:- In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty |
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55:56 |
Forgotten Paths
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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February 15th, 2019 | Avantgarde Music | AV358 | CD | Digipak |
February 15th, 2019 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
February 15th, 2019 | Avantgarde Music | CD | Box set, Limited edition | |
February 15th, 2019 | Avantgarde Music | AV358 | 12" vinyl | 4 colors, Limited edition |
February 15th, 2019 | Avantgarde Music | Digital | ||
February 28th, 2019 | Avantgarde Music | AV358CS | Cassette | Limited edition, Slipcase |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Carlos Vivas | Drums |
Neige | Vocals (additional, track 1) |
Kevin Murphy | Bagpipes (track 3) |
Lambert Segura | Violin |
Sophie Rogers | Vocals (female, track 3) |
Glorya Lyr | Everything (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carlos Santos | Engineering (drums) |
Khaos Diktator Design | Cover art |
Anaïs Mulgrew | Layout |
Justin Weis | Mastering |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording, Editing |
Mirko Albanese | Songwriting (track 4) |
Glorya Lyr | Songwriting (track 4) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Forgotten Paths | 11:04 | Show lyrics |
Wild cries the Winter, and we walk song-haunted Over the moors and by the thundering falls, Or where the dirge of a brave past is chaunted In dolorous dusks by immemorial walls. Though rains may thrash on us, the great mists blind us, And lightning rend the pine-tree on the hill, Yet we are strong, yet shall the morning find us Children of tempest all unshaken still |
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2. | Monadh | 10:20 | Show lyrics |
A darkling violet, fringed anew With light that on the mountains soar, A dusky flame on tranquil shores; Kindling the summits as they grow In audience to the skies that call, Ineffable in rest and all The hills slipped over each on each Till all their changing shadows died. |
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3. | Bròn | 12:21 | Show lyrics |
There’s deer upon the mountain, There’s sheep along the glen, The forests hum with feather, But where are now the men? Here’s but my mother’s garden Where soft the footsteps fall, My folk are quite forgotten, But the nettle’s over all. O! black might be that ruin Where my fathers dwelt so long, And nothing hide the shame of it, The ugliness and wrong; The cabar and the corner-stone Might bleach in wind and rains, But for the gentle nettle That took such a courtier’s pains. The friends are all departed, The hearth-stone is black and cold, And sturdy grows the nettle On the place beloved of old. |
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4. | Exile | 04:50 | instrumental |
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38:35 |
Roots
Members | |
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Band members | |
A. | Vocals, All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martyn M. | Recording, Mixing |
Kogaion Art | Artwork, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Roots | 16:35 | Show lyrics |
Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man’s soul "Scotia’s thistle guards the grave Where repose her dauntless brave Never yet the foot of a slave Has trod the wilds of Scotia"* Never forget Their sacrifice *Verse from the poem "Scotia’s Thistle" by Henry Scott Riddell |
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2. | Carved in Stone | 13:33 | Show lyrics |
When day fades into night Stars ignite the sky Illuminating sacred stones Mysterious carvings glimmer Revealing archaic prophecies Ghostly whispers haunt the air Evoking ancestral wisdom I stand hypnotised My destiny unfolds before me As I ascend to a higher purpose Beyond this life Now awake I stand free |
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3. | Saorsa | 02:17 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | A Highland Lament | 17:32 | Show lyrics |
We are sorrow’s children Torn from Alba’s womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora and darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient echoes in the breeze The fallen leaves of autumn Withering away |
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49:57 |
Roots
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. | Vocals, All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martyn M. | Recording, Mixing |
Kogaion Art | Artwork, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Roots | 16:35 | Show lyrics |
Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man’s soul "Scotia’s thistle guards the grave Where repose her dauntless brave Never yet the foot of a slave Has trod the wilds of Scotia"* Never forget Their sacrifice *Verse from the poem "Scotia’s Thistle" by Henry Scott Riddell |
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2. | Carved in Stone | 13:33 | Show lyrics |
When day fades into night Stars ignite the sky Illuminating sacred stones Mysterious carvings glimmer Revealing archaic prophecies Ghostly whispers haunt the air Evoking ancestral wisdom I stand hypnotised My destiny unfolds before me As I ascend to a higher purpose Beyond this life Now awake I stand free |
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3. | Saorsa | 02:17 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | A Highland Lament | 17:32 | Show lyrics |
We are sorrow’s children Torn from Alba’s womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora and darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient echoes in the breeze The fallen leaves of autumn Withering away |
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49:57 |
Roots
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. | Vocals, All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martyn M. | Recording, Mixing |
Kogaion Art | Artwork, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Roots | 16:35 | Show lyrics |
Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man’s soul "Scotia’s thistle guards the grave Where repose her dauntless brave Never yet the foot of a slave Has trod the wilds of Scotia"* Never forget Their sacrifice *Verse from the poem "Scotia’s Thistle" by Henry Scott Riddell |
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2. | Carved in Stone | 13:33 | Show lyrics |
When day fades into night Stars ignite the sky Illuminating sacred stones Mysterious carvings glimmer Revealing archaic prophecies Ghostly whispers haunt the air Evoking ancestral wisdom I stand hypnotised My destiny unfolds before me As I ascend to a higher purpose Beyond this life Now awake I stand free |
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3. | Saorsa | 02:17 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | A Highland Lament | 17:32 | Show lyrics |
We are sorrow’s children Torn from Alba’s womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora and darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient echoes in the breeze The fallen leaves of autumn Withering away |
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5. | Pictish Pride (Ainshval cover) | 06:33 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
56:30 |
Roots
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. | Vocals, All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martyn M. | Recording, Mixing |
Kogaion Art | Artwork, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Roots | 16:35 | Show lyrics |
Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man’s soul "Scotia’s thistle guards the grave Where repose her dauntless brave Never yet the foot of a slave Has trod the wilds of Scotia"* Never forget Their sacrifice *Verse from the poem "Scotia’s Thistle" by Henry Scott Riddell |
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2. | Carved in Stone | 13:33 | Show lyrics |
When day fades into night Stars ignite the sky Illuminating sacred stones Mysterious carvings glimmer Revealing archaic prophecies Ghostly whispers haunt the air Evoking ancestral wisdom I stand hypnotised My destiny unfolds before me As I ascend to a higher purpose Beyond this life Now awake I stand free |
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3. | Saorsa | 02:17 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | A Highland Lament | 17:32 | Show lyrics |
We are sorrow’s children Torn from Alba’s womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora and darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient echoes in the breeze The fallen leaves of autumn Withering away |
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5. | Pictish Pride (Ainshval cover) | 06:33 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
56:30 |
Roots
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. | Vocals, All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martyn M. | Recording, Mixing |
Kogaion Art | Artwork, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Roots | 16:35 | Show lyrics |
Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man’s soul "Scotia’s thistle guards the grave Where repose her dauntless brave Never yet the foot of a slave Has trod the wilds of Scotia"* Never forget Their sacrifice *Verse from the poem "Scotia’s Thistle" by Henry Scott Riddell |
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2. | Carved in Stone | 13:33 | Show lyrics |
When day fades into night Stars ignite the sky Illuminating sacred stones Mysterious carvings glimmer Revealing archaic prophecies Ghostly whispers haunt the air Evoking ancestral wisdom I stand hypnotised My destiny unfolds before me As I ascend to a higher purpose Beyond this life Now awake I stand free |
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3. | Saorsa | 02:17 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | A Highland Lament | 17:32 | Show lyrics |
We are sorrow’s children Torn from Alba’s womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora and darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient echoes in the breeze The fallen leaves of autumn Withering away |
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5. | Pictish Pride (Ainshval cover) | 06:33 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
56:30 |
Roots
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. | Vocals, All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martyn M. | Recording, Mixing |
Kogaion Art | Artwork, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Roots | 16:35 | Show lyrics |
Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man’s soul "Scotia’s thistle guards the grave Where repose her dauntless brave Never yet the foot of a slave Has trod the wilds of Scotia"* Never forget Their sacrifice *Verse from the poem "Scotia’s Thistle" by Henry Scott Riddell |
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Side B | |||
2. | Carved in Stone | 13:33 | Show lyrics |
When day fades into night Stars ignite the sky Illuminating sacred stones Mysterious carvings glimmer Revealing archaic prophecies Ghostly whispers haunt the air Evoking ancestral wisdom I stand hypnotised My destiny unfolds before me As I ascend to a higher purpose Beyond this life Now awake I stand free |
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3. | Saorsa | 02:17 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
32:25 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | A Highland Lament | 17:32 | Show lyrics |
We are sorrow’s children Torn from Alba’s womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora and darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient echoes in the breeze The fallen leaves of autumn Withering away |
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Side B | |||
2. | Pictish Pride (Ainshval cover) | 06:33 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
24:05 |
Roots
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. | Vocals, All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martyn M. | Recording, Mixing |
Kogaion Art | Artwork, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Roots | 16:35 | Show lyrics |
Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man’s soul "Scotia’s thistle guards the grave Where repose her dauntless brave Never yet the foot of a slave Has trod the wilds of Scotia"* Never forget Their sacrifice *Verse from the poem "Scotia’s Thistle" by Henry Scott Riddell |
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2. | Carved in Stone | 13:33 | Show lyrics |
When day fades into night Stars ignite the sky Illuminating sacred stones Mysterious carvings glimmer Revealing archaic prophecies Ghostly whispers haunt the air Evoking ancestral wisdom I stand hypnotised My destiny unfolds before me As I ascend to a higher purpose Beyond this life Now awake I stand free |
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Side B | |||
3. | Saorsa | 02:17 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | A Highland Lament | 17:32 | Show lyrics |
We are sorrow’s children Torn from Alba’s womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora and darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient echoes in the breeze The fallen leaves of autumn Withering away |
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49:57 |
Roots
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. | Vocals, All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martyn M. | Recording, Mixing |
Kogaion Art | Artwork, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Roots | 16:35 | Show lyrics |
Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man’s soul "Scotia’s thistle guards the grave Where repose her dauntless brave Never yet the foot of a slave Has trod the wilds of Scotia"* Never forget Their sacrifice *Verse from the poem "Scotia’s Thistle" by Henry Scott Riddell |
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Side B | |||
2. | Carved in Stone | 13:33 | Show lyrics |
When day fades into night Stars ignite the sky Illuminating sacred stones Mysterious carvings glimmer Revealing archaic prophecies Ghostly whispers haunt the air Evoking ancestral wisdom I stand hypnotised My destiny unfolds before me As I ascend to a higher purpose Beyond this life Now awake I stand free |
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3. | Saorsa | 02:17 | instrumental |
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32:25 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | A Highland Lament | 17:32 | Show lyrics |
We are sorrow’s children Torn from Alba’s womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora and darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient echoes in the breeze The fallen leaves of autumn Withering away |
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Side B | |||
2. | Pictish Pride (Ainshval cover) | 06:33 | |
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3. | Yearning (unreleased demo track) | ||
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24:05 |
Roots
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. | Vocals, All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martyn M. | Recording, Mixing |
Kogaion Art | Artwork, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Roots | 16:35 | Show lyrics |
Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man’s soul "Scotia’s thistle guards the grave Where repose her dauntless brave Never yet the foot of a slave Has trod the wilds of Scotia"* Never forget Their sacrifice *Verse from the poem "Scotia’s Thistle" by Henry Scott Riddell |
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2. | Carved in Stone | 13:33 | Show lyrics |
When day fades into night Stars ignite the sky Illuminating sacred stones Mysterious carvings glimmer Revealing archaic prophecies Ghostly whispers haunt the air Evoking ancestral wisdom I stand hypnotised My destiny unfolds before me As I ascend to a higher purpose Beyond this life Now awake I stand free |
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3. | Saorsa | 02:17 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | A Highland Lament | 17:32 | Show lyrics |
We are sorrow’s children Torn from Alba’s womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora and darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient echoes in the breeze The fallen leaves of autumn Withering away |
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5. | Pictish Pride (Ainshval cover) | 06:33 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Yearning (unreleased demo track) | 04:26 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
01:00:56 |
Roots
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. | Vocals, All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martyn M. | Recording, Mixing |
Kogaion Art | Artwork, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Roots | 16:35 | Show lyrics |
Buried in this soil Are roots that go deep Like scars etched in the earth Ancient wounds, a reminder Of a distant age When the heart of the mountain Pounded in every proud mans chest Of forgotten oath When blood and honour Spoke to every true man’s soul "Scotia’s thistle guards the grave Where repose her dauntless brave Never yet the foot of a slave Has trod the wilds of Scotia"* Never forget Their sacrifice *Verse from the poem "Scotia’s Thistle" by Henry Scott Riddell |
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2. | Carved in Stone | 13:33 | Show lyrics |
When day fades into night Stars ignite the sky Illuminating sacred stones Mysterious carvings glimmer Revealing archaic prophecies Ghostly whispers haunt the air Evoking ancestral wisdom I stand hypnotised My destiny unfolds before me As I ascend to a higher purpose Beyond this life Now awake I stand free |
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3. | Saorsa | 02:17 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | A Highland Lament | 17:32 | Show lyrics |
We are sorrow’s children Torn from Alba’s womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora and darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient echoes in the breeze The fallen leaves of autumn Withering away |
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5. | Pictish Pride (Ainshval cover) | 06:33 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Yearning (unreleased demo track) | 04:26 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
01:00:56 |
Aura
Members | |
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Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Tin whistle |
Guest/Session | |
Austin Lunn | Drums, Bodhrán |
John Becker | Strings |
Nevena Krasteva | Viola (track 4) |
Beth Frieden | Vocals (Gaelic) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martyn Moffat | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
Kogaion Art | Logo |
Andrew Gilmore | Photography |
Spenser Morris | Recording, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Children of the Mist | 12:14 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been searching for answers in a distant place We’ve discovered lost wisdom in a long forgotten age We are heathens re-born Sons and daughters of valour and lore We are the haunters of woods, glens, lochs and shores Our blood runs through the veins of this sacred earth We are bound to this ancient land Like rampant lions we’ll roar and break free from these chains We will never surrender to this age of degeneracy With pride as our weapon and honour as our shield We will never be enslaved, we shall never yield! |
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2. | Aura | 13:39 | Show lyrics |
I see there woods, and I see there thickets, I see there the fair and most fertile of meadows; I see there the deer on the ground in the corries Hiding in mantles of mist. Lofty mountains and resplendent ledges, There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honour. Light is my step as I leap up to meet them; ’Tis with pleasure I’ll stay there a while. |
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3. | The Awakening | 10:09 | Show lyrics |
To truly understand the essence of antiquity Learn the lore of the land Become the atavist Embark on a journey Through the aeons of time èirich! Like the druid And wanderers of old Follow the celestial compass Towards the ether And beyond the illusion of God èirich! O, reignite the flame Sacred fire of ancient ways And forge an iron will Within your heart and soul This age will rot and decay But stay focussed Do not stray From the overgrown path Your forefathers once tread |
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4. | Farewell | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover’d with snow, Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. |
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5. | Pillars of the Earth | 12:11 | Show lyrics |
As the ocean swallows the sun Shadows appear on the horizon White headed peaks crowned by the dying light Mark the funeral of day and the birth of the night I begin my ascent Towards the pillars of the earth As I stumble along this meandering path The bitter wind sweeps aside waves of mist Perched on the throne of the mountain I now gaze out onto the desolate plain As I let my thoughts swim amongst aurora’s light Tonight I have conquered the stars |
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56:37 |
Aura
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Tin whistle |
Guest/Session | |
Austin Lunn | Drums, Bodhrán |
John Becker | Strings |
Beth Frieden | Vocals (Gaelic) |
Nevena Krasteva | Viola (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Gilmore | Photography |
Spenser Morris | Recording, Mastering |
Martyn Moffat | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
Kogaion Art | Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Children of the Mist | 12:14 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been searching for answers in a distant place We’ve discovered lost wisdom in a long forgotten age We are heathens re-born Sons and daughters of valour and lore We are the haunters of woods, glens, lochs and shores Our blood runs through the veins of this sacred earth We are bound to this ancient land Like rampant lions we’ll roar and break free from these chains We will never surrender to this age of degeneracy With pride as our weapon and honour as our shield We will never be enslaved, we shall never yield! |
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2. | Aura | 13:39 | Show lyrics |
I see there woods, and I see there thickets, I see there the fair and most fertile of meadows; I see there the deer on the ground in the corries Hiding in mantles of mist. Lofty mountains and resplendent ledges, There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honour. Light is my step as I leap up to meet them; ’Tis with pleasure I’ll stay there a while. |
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3. | The Awakening | 10:09 | Show lyrics |
To truly understand the essence of antiquity Learn the lore of the land Become the atavist Embark on a journey Through the aeons of time èirich! Like the druid And wanderers of old Follow the celestial compass Towards the ether And beyond the illusion of God èirich! O, reignite the flame Sacred fire of ancient ways And forge an iron will Within your heart and soul This age will rot and decay But stay focussed Do not stray From the overgrown path Your forefathers once tread |
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4. | Farewell | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover’d with snow, Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. |
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5. | Pillars of the Earth | 12:11 | Show lyrics |
As the ocean swallows the sun Shadows appear on the horizon White headed peaks crowned by the dying light Mark the funeral of day and the birth of the night I begin my ascent Towards the pillars of the earth As I stumble along this meandering path The bitter wind sweeps aside waves of mist Perched on the throne of the mountain I now gaze out onto the desolate plain As I let my thoughts swim amongst aurora’s light Tonight I have conquered the stars |
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56:37 |
Aura
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Tin whistle |
Guest/Session | |
Austin Lunn | Drums, Bodhrán |
Beth Frieden | Vocals (Gaelic) |
John Becker | Strings |
Nevena Krasteva | Viola (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Gilmore | Photography |
Spenser Morris | Recording, Mastering |
Martyn Moffat | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
Kogaion Art | Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Children of the Mist | 12:13 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been searching for answers in a distant place We’ve discovered lost wisdom in a long forgotten age We are heathens re-born Sons and daughters of valour and lore We are the haunters of woods, glens, lochs and shores Our blood runs through the veins of this sacred earth We are bound to this ancient land Like rampant lions we’ll roar and break free from these chains We will never surrender to this age of degeneracy With pride as our weapon and honour as our shield We will never be enslaved, we shall never yield! |
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2. | Aura | 13:37 | Show lyrics |
I see there woods, and I see there thickets, I see there the fair and most fertile of meadows; I see there the deer on the ground in the corries Hiding in mantles of mist. Lofty mountains and resplendent ledges, There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honour. Light is my step as I leap up to meet them; ’Tis with pleasure I’ll stay there a while. |
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3. | The Awakening | 10:06 | Show lyrics |
To truly understand the essence of antiquity Learn the lore of the land Become the atavist Embark on a journey Through the aeons of time èirich! Like the druid And wanderers of old Follow the celestial compass Towards the ether And beyond the illusion of God èirich! O, reignite the flame Sacred fire of ancient ways And forge an iron will Within your heart and soul This age will rot and decay But stay focussed Do not stray From the overgrown path Your forefathers once tread |
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4. | Farewell | 08:19 | Show lyrics |
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover’d with snow, Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. |
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5. | Pillars of the Earth | 12:09 | Show lyrics |
As the ocean swallows the sun Shadows appear on the horizon White headed peaks crowned by the dying light Mark the funeral of day and the birth of the night I begin my ascent Towards the pillars of the earth As I stumble along this meandering path The bitter wind sweeps aside waves of mist Perched on the throne of the mountain I now gaze out onto the desolate plain As I let my thoughts swim amongst aurora’s light Tonight I have conquered the stars |
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56:24 |
Aura
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Tin whistle |
Guest/Session | |
Austin Lunn | Drums, Bodhrán |
Beth Frieden | Vocals (Gaelic) |
John Becker | Strings |
Nevena Krasteva | Viola (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Gilmore | Photography |
Spenser Morris | Recording, Mastering |
Martyn Moffat | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
Kogaion Art | Logo |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Children of the Mist | 12:18 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been searching for answers in a distant place We’ve discovered lost wisdom in a long forgotten age We are heathens re-born Sons and daughters of valour and lore We are the haunters of woods, glens, lochs and shores Our blood runs through the veins of this sacred earth We are bound to this ancient land Like rampant lions we’ll roar and break free from these chains We will never surrender to this age of degeneracy With pride as our weapon and honour as our shield We will never be enslaved, we shall never yield! |
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Side B | |||
2. | Aura | 13:48 | Show lyrics |
I see there woods, and I see there thickets, I see there the fair and most fertile of meadows; I see there the deer on the ground in the corries Hiding in mantles of mist. Lofty mountains and resplendent ledges, There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honour. Light is my step as I leap up to meet them; ’Tis with pleasure I’ll stay there a while. |
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26:06 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Awakening | 10:21 | Show lyrics |
To truly understand the essence of antiquity Learn the lore of the land Become the atavist Embark on a journey Through the aeons of time èirich! Like the druid And wanderers of old Follow the celestial compass Towards the ether And beyond the illusion of God èirich! O, reignite the flame Sacred fire of ancient ways And forge an iron will Within your heart and soul This age will rot and decay But stay focussed Do not stray From the overgrown path Your forefathers once tread |
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2. | Tombs | 02:25 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
3. | Farewell | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover’d with snow, Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. |
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4. | Pillars of the Earth | 12:14 | Show lyrics |
As the ocean swallows the sun Shadows appear on the horizon White headed peaks crowned by the dying light Mark the funeral of day and the birth of the night I begin my ascent Towards the pillars of the earth As I stumble along this meandering path The bitter wind sweeps aside waves of mist Perched on the throne of the mountain I now gaze out onto the desolate plain As I let my thoughts swim amongst aurora’s light Tonight I have conquered the stars |
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33:24 |
Aura
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Tin whistle |
Guest/Session | |
Austin Lunn | Drums, Bodhrán |
John Becker | Strings |
Beth Frieden | Vocals (Gaelic) |
Nevena Krasteva | Viola (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Gilmore | Photography |
Spenser Morris | Recording, Mastering |
Martyn Moffat | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
Kogaion Art | Logo |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Children of the Mist | 12:14 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been searching for answers in a distant place We’ve discovered lost wisdom in a long forgotten age We are heathens re-born Sons and daughters of valour and lore We are the haunters of woods, glens, lochs and shores Our blood runs through the veins of this sacred earth We are bound to this ancient land Like rampant lions we’ll roar and break free from these chains We will never surrender to this age of degeneracy With pride as our weapon and honour as our shield We will never be enslaved, we shall never yield! |
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2. | Aura | 13:39 | Show lyrics |
I see there woods, and I see there thickets, I see there the fair and most fertile of meadows; I see there the deer on the ground in the corries Hiding in mantles of mist. Lofty mountains and resplendent ledges, There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honour. Light is my step as I leap up to meet them; ’Tis with pleasure I’ll stay there a while. |
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Side B | |||
3. | The Awakening | 10:09 | Show lyrics |
To truly understand the essence of antiquity Learn the lore of the land Become the atavist Embark on a journey Through the aeons of time èirich! Like the druid And wanderers of old Follow the celestial compass Towards the ether And beyond the illusion of God èirich! O, reignite the flame Sacred fire of ancient ways And forge an iron will Within your heart and soul This age will rot and decay But stay focussed Do not stray From the overgrown path Your forefathers once tread |
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4. | Farewell | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover’d with snow, Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. |
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5. | Pillars of the Earth | 12:11 | Show lyrics |
As the ocean swallows the sun Shadows appear on the horizon White headed peaks crowned by the dying light Mark the funeral of day and the birth of the night I begin my ascent Towards the pillars of the earth As I stumble along this meandering path The bitter wind sweeps aside waves of mist Perched on the throne of the mountain I now gaze out onto the desolate plain As I let my thoughts swim amongst aurora’s light Tonight I have conquered the stars |
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56:37 |
Aura
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Tin whistle |
Guest/Session | |
Austin Lunn | Drums, Bodhrán |
John Becker | Strings |
Beth Frieden | Vocals (Gaelic) |
Nevena Krasteva | Viola (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Gilmore | Photography |
Spenser Morris | Recording, Mastering |
Martyn Moffat | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
Kogaion Art | Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Children of the Mist | 12:14 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been searching for answers in a distant place We’ve discovered lost wisdom in a long forgotten age We are heathens re-born Sons and daughters of valour and lore We are the haunters of woods, glens, lochs and shores Our blood runs through the veins of this sacred earth We are bound to this ancient land Like rampant lions we’ll roar and break free from these chains We will never surrender to this age of degeneracy With pride as our weapon and honour as our shield We will never be enslaved, we shall never yield! |
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2. | Aura | 13:39 | Show lyrics |
I see there woods, and I see there thickets, I see there the fair and most fertile of meadows; I see there the deer on the ground in the corries Hiding in mantles of mist. Lofty mountains and resplendent ledges, There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honour. Light is my step as I leap up to meet them; ’Tis with pleasure I’ll stay there a while. |
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3. | The Awakening | 10:09 | Show lyrics |
To truly understand the essence of antiquity Learn the lore of the land Become the atavist Embark on a journey Through the aeons of time èirich! Like the druid And wanderers of old Follow the celestial compass Towards the ether And beyond the illusion of God èirich! O, reignite the flame Sacred fire of ancient ways And forge an iron will Within your heart and soul This age will rot and decay But stay focussed Do not stray From the overgrown path Your forefathers once tread |
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4. | Tombs | 02:36 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | Farewell | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover’d with snow, Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. |
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6. | Pillars of the Earth | 12:11 | Show lyrics |
As the ocean swallows the sun Shadows appear on the horizon White headed peaks crowned by the dying light Mark the funeral of day and the birth of the night I begin my ascent Towards the pillars of the earth As I stumble along this meandering path The bitter wind sweeps aside waves of mist Perched on the throne of the mountain I now gaze out onto the desolate plain As I let my thoughts swim amongst aurora’s light Tonight I have conquered the stars |
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7. | Ashes (demo) | 04:26 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
01:03:39 |
Aura
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Tin whistle |
Guest/Session | |
Austin Lunn | Drums, Bodhrán |
John Becker | Strings |
Beth Frieden | Vocals (Gaelic) |
Nevena Krasteva | Viola (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Gilmore | Photography |
Spenser Morris | Recording, Mastering |
Martyn Moffat | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
Kogaion Art | Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Children of the Mist | 12:14 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been searching for answers in a distant place We’ve discovered lost wisdom in a long forgotten age We are heathens re-born Sons and daughters of valour and lore We are the haunters of woods, glens, lochs and shores Our blood runs through the veins of this sacred earth We are bound to this ancient land Like rampant lions we’ll roar and break free from these chains We will never surrender to this age of degeneracy With pride as our weapon and honour as our shield We will never be enslaved, we shall never yield! |
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2. | Aura | 13:39 | Show lyrics |
I see there woods, and I see there thickets, I see there the fair and most fertile of meadows; I see there the deer on the ground in the corries Hiding in mantles of mist. Lofty mountains and resplendent ledges, There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honour. Light is my step as I leap up to meet them; ’Tis with pleasure I’ll stay there a while. |
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3. | The Awakening | 10:09 | Show lyrics |
To truly understand the essence of antiquity Learn the lore of the land Become the atavist Embark on a journey Through the aeons of time èirich! Like the druid And wanderers of old Follow the celestial compass Towards the ether And beyond the illusion of God èirich! O, reignite the flame Sacred fire of ancient ways And forge an iron will Within your heart and soul This age will rot and decay But stay focussed Do not stray From the overgrown path Your forefathers once tread |
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4. | Tombs | 02:36 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | Farewell | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover’d with snow, Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. |
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6. | Pillars of the Earth | 12:11 | Show lyrics |
As the ocean swallows the sun Shadows appear on the horizon White headed peaks crowned by the dying light Mark the funeral of day and the birth of the night I begin my ascent Towards the pillars of the earth As I stumble along this meandering path The bitter wind sweeps aside waves of mist Perched on the throne of the mountain I now gaze out onto the desolate plain As I let my thoughts swim amongst aurora’s light Tonight I have conquered the stars |
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7. | Ashes (demo) | 04:26 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
01:03:39 |
Aura
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Tin whistle |
Guest/Session | |
Austin Lunn | Drums, Bodhrán |
Beth Frieden | Vocals (Gaelic) |
John Becker | Strings |
Nevena Krasteva | Viola (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Gilmore | Photography |
Spenser Morris | Recording, Mastering |
Martyn Moffat | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
Kogaion Art | Logo |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Children of the Mist | 12:14 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been searching for answers in a distant place We’ve discovered lost wisdom in a long forgotten age We are heathens re-born Sons and daughters of valour and lore We are the haunters of woods, glens, lochs and shores Our blood runs through the veins of this sacred earth We are bound to this ancient land Like rampant lions we’ll roar and break free from these chains We will never surrender to this age of degeneracy With pride as our weapon and honour as our shield We will never be enslaved, we shall never yield! |
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Side B | |||
2. | Aura | 13:39 | Show lyrics |
I see there woods, and I see there thickets, I see there the fair and most fertile of meadows; I see there the deer on the ground in the corries Hiding in mantles of mist. Lofty mountains and resplendent ledges, There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honour. Light is my step as I leap up to meet them; ’Tis with pleasure I’ll stay there a while. |
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25:53 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Awakening | 10:09 | Show lyrics |
To truly understand the essence of antiquity Learn the lore of the land Become the atavist Embark on a journey Through the aeons of time èirich! Like the druid And wanderers of old Follow the celestial compass Towards the ether And beyond the illusion of God èirich! O, reignite the flame Sacred fire of ancient ways And forge an iron will Within your heart and soul This age will rot and decay But stay focussed Do not stray From the overgrown path Your forefathers once tread |
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2. | Tombs | 02:36 | |
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3. | Farewell | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover’d with snow, Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Pillars of the Earth | 12:11 | Show lyrics |
As the ocean swallows the sun Shadows appear on the horizon White headed peaks crowned by the dying light Mark the funeral of day and the birth of the night I begin my ascent Towards the pillars of the earth As I stumble along this meandering path The bitter wind sweeps aside waves of mist Perched on the throne of the mountain I now gaze out onto the desolate plain As I let my thoughts swim amongst aurora’s light Tonight I have conquered the stars |
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5. | Ashes | 04:26 | |
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37:46 |
Guardians
Members | |
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Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Bryan Hamilton | Drums |
John Becker | Strings |
Meri Tadić | Fiddle (tracks 1, 4) |
Kevin Murphy | Highland bagpipes |
Rene McDonald Hill | Bodhrán (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Land of Light Photography | Photography |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording (drums, vocals) |
Martyn Moffat | Recording (guitars) |
Meri Tadić | Recording (fiddle) |
Kevin Murphy | Recording (bagpipes) |
Spenser Morris | Recording (strings), Re-amping, Mixing, Mastering |
Sebastian Wagner | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Guardians | 11:31 | Show lyrics |
The hue of her waters is crimsoned with slaughters, And the blood of the martyrs has reddened the clay; And dark desolation broods over the nation, For the faithful are perished, the good are away. On the mountains of heather they slumber together. On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay. How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping Though far from their kindred they molder away. Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish, The martyrs of Scotland that now are away. |
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2. | The Declaration | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
By oppression’s woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty’s in every blow!— Let us do or die! |
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3. | Autumn Rain | 11:09 | Show lyrics |
Full of grief, the low winds sweep O’er the sorrow-haunted ground; Dark the woods where night rains weep, Dark the hills that watch around. Tell me, can the joys of spring Ever make this sadness flee, Make the woods with music ring, And the streamlet laugh for glee? Sad shall it be, though sun be shed Golden bright on field and flood; E’en the heather’s crimson red Holds the memory of blood. Noble dead that sleep below, We your valour ne’er forget; Soft the heroes’ rest who know Hearts like theirs are beating yet. |
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4. | Hearth | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d, From wandering on a foreign strand! I’ve wandered through the ancient glens Where the air is filled with sorrow and climbed to the highest of peaks Walked amongst the haunted ruins of my nation There’s nowhere I’d rather be This is my home My heart My soul My hearth |
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5. | Tears of a Nation | 11:18 | Show lyrics |
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish’d peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown’d, Lie slaughter’d on their native ground Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door:- In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty |
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55:56 |
Guardians
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Bryan Hamilton | Drums |
John Becker | Strings |
Meri Tadić | Fiddle (tracks 1, 4) |
Kevin Murphy | Highland bagpipes |
Rene McDonald Hill | Bodhrán (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering, Recording (strings), Re-amping |
Sebastian Wagner | Cover art |
Land of Light Photography | Photography |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording (drums, vocals) |
Martyn Moffat | Recording (guitars) |
Meri Tadić | Recording (fiddle) |
Kevin Murphy | Recording (bagpipes) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Guardians | 11:31 | Show lyrics |
The hue of her waters is crimsoned with slaughters, And the blood of the martyrs has reddened the clay; And dark desolation broods over the nation, For the faithful are perished, the good are away. On the mountains of heather they slumber together. On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay. How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping Though far from their kindred they molder away. Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish, The martyrs of Scotland that now are away. |
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2. | The Declaration | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
By oppression’s woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty’s in every blow!— Let us do or die! |
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3. | Autumn Rain | 11:09 | Show lyrics |
Full of grief, the low winds sweep O’er the sorrow-haunted ground; Dark the woods where night rains weep, Dark the hills that watch around. Tell me, can the joys of spring Ever make this sadness flee, Make the woods with music ring, And the streamlet laugh for glee? Sad shall it be, though sun be shed Golden bright on field and flood; E’en the heather’s crimson red Holds the memory of blood. Noble dead that sleep below, We your valour ne’er forget; Soft the heroes’ rest who know Hearts like theirs are beating yet. |
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4. | Hearth | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d, From wandering on a foreign strand! I’ve wandered through the ancient glens Where the air is filled with sorrow and climbed to the highest of peaks Walked amongst the haunted ruins of my nation There’s nowhere I’d rather be This is my home My heart My soul My hearth |
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5. | Tears of a Nation | 11:18 | Show lyrics |
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish’d peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown’d, Lie slaughter’d on their native ground Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door:- In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty |
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55:56 |
Guardians
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Bryan Hamilton | Drums |
John Becker | Strings |
Meri Tadić | Fiddle (tracks 1, 4) |
Kevin Murphy | Highland bagpipes |
Rene McDonald Hill | Bodhrán (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering, Recording (strings), Re-amping |
Sebastian Wagner | Cover art |
Land of Light Photography | Photography |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording (drums, vocals) |
Martyn Moffat | Recording (guitars) |
Meri Tadić | Recording (fiddle) |
Kevin Murphy | Recording (bagpipes) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Guardians | 11:31 | Show lyrics |
The hue of her waters is crimsoned with slaughters, And the blood of the martyrs has reddened the clay; And dark desolation broods over the nation, For the faithful are perished, the good are away. On the mountains of heather they slumber together. On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay. How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping Though far from their kindred they molder away. Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish, The martyrs of Scotland that now are away. |
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2. | The Declaration | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
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3. | Autumn Rain | 11:09 | Show lyrics |
Full of grief, the low winds sweep O’er the sorrow-haunted ground; Dark the woods where night rains weep, Dark the hills that watch around. Tell me, can the joys of spring Ever make this sadness flee, Make the woods with music ring, And the streamlet laugh for glee? Sad shall it be, though sun be shed Golden bright on field and flood; E’en the heather’s crimson red Holds the memory of blood. Noble dead that sleep below, We your valour ne’er forget; Soft the heroes’ rest who know Hearts like theirs are beating yet. |
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4. | Hearth | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d, From wandering on a foreign strand! I’ve wandered through the ancient glens Where the air is filled with sorrow and climbed to the highest of peaks Walked amongst the haunted ruins of my nation There’s nowhere I’d rather be This is my home My heart My soul My hearth |
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5. | Tears of a Nation | 11:18 | Show lyrics |
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish’d peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown’d, Lie slaughter’d on their native ground Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door:- In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty |
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55:56 |
Guardians
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Bryan Hamilton | Drums |
John Becker | Strings |
Meri Tadić | Fiddle (tracks 1, 4) |
Kevin Murphy | Highland bagpipes |
Rene McDonald Hill | Bodhrán (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering, Recording (strings), Re-amping |
Sebastian Wagner | Cover art |
Land of Light Photography | Photography |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording (drums, vocals) |
Martyn Moffat | Recording (guitars) |
Meri Tadić | Recording (fiddle) |
Kevin Murphy | Recording (bagpipes) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Guardians | 11:31 | Show lyrics |
The hue of her waters is crimsoned with slaughters, And the blood of the martyrs has reddened the clay; And dark desolation broods over the nation, For the faithful are perished, the good are away. On the mountains of heather they slumber together. On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay. How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping Though far from their kindred they molder away. Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish, The martyrs of Scotland that now are away. |
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2. | The Declaration | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
By oppression’s woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty’s in every blow!— Let us do or die! |
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3. | Autumn Rain | 11:09 | Show lyrics |
Full of grief, the low winds sweep O’er the sorrow-haunted ground; Dark the woods where night rains weep, Dark the hills that watch around. Tell me, can the joys of spring Ever make this sadness flee, Make the woods with music ring, And the streamlet laugh for glee? Sad shall it be, though sun be shed Golden bright on field and flood; E’en the heather’s crimson red Holds the memory of blood. Noble dead that sleep below, We your valour ne’er forget; Soft the heroes’ rest who know Hearts like theirs are beating yet. |
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4. | Hearth | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d, From wandering on a foreign strand! I’ve wandered through the ancient glens Where the air is filled with sorrow and climbed to the highest of peaks Walked amongst the haunted ruins of my nation There’s nowhere I’d rather be This is my home My heart My soul My hearth |
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5. | Tears of a Nation | 11:18 | Show lyrics |
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish’d peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown’d, Lie slaughter’d on their native ground Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door:- In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty |
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55:56 |
Guardians
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Bryan Hamilton | Drums |
John Becker | Strings |
Meri Tadić | Fiddle (tracks 1, 4) |
Kevin Murphy | Highland bagpipes |
Rene McDonald Hill | Bodhrán (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering, Recording (strings), Re-amping |
Sebastian Wagner | Cover art |
Land of Light Photography | Photography |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording (drums, vocals) |
Martyn Moffat | Recording (guitars) |
Meri Tadić | Recording (fiddle) |
Kevin Murphy | Recording (bagpipes) |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Guardians | 11:31 | Show lyrics |
The hue of her waters is crimsoned with slaughters, And the blood of the martyrs has reddened the clay; And dark desolation broods over the nation, For the faithful are perished, the good are away. On the mountains of heather they slumber together. On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay. How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping Though far from their kindred they molder away. Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish, The martyrs of Scotland that now are away. |
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2. | The Declaration | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
By oppression’s woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty’s in every blow!— Let us do or die! |
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3. | Autumn Rain | 11:09 | Show lyrics |
Full of grief, the low winds sweep O’er the sorrow-haunted ground; Dark the woods where night rains weep, Dark the hills that watch around. Tell me, can the joys of spring Ever make this sadness flee, Make the woods with music ring, And the streamlet laugh for glee? Sad shall it be, though sun be shed Golden bright on field and flood; E’en the heather’s crimson red Holds the memory of blood. Noble dead that sleep below, We your valour ne’er forget; Soft the heroes’ rest who know Hearts like theirs are beating yet. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Hearth | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d, From wandering on a foreign strand! I’ve wandered through the ancient glens Where the air is filled with sorrow and climbed to the highest of peaks Walked amongst the haunted ruins of my nation There’s nowhere I’d rather be This is my home My heart My soul My hearth |
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5. | Tears of a Nation | 11:18 | Show lyrics |
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish’d peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown’d, Lie slaughter’d on their native ground Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door:- In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty |
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55:56 |
Guardians
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Bryan Hamilton | Drums |
John Becker | Strings |
Meri Tadić | Fiddle (tracks 1, 4) |
Kevin Murphy | Highland bagpipes |
Rene McDonald Hill | Bodhrán (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering, Recording (strings), Re-amping |
Sebastian Wagner | Cover art |
Land of Light Photography | Photography |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording (drums, vocals) |
Martyn Moffat | Recording (guitars) |
Meri Tadić | Recording (fiddle) |
Kevin Murphy | Recording (bagpipes) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Guardians | 11:31 | Show lyrics |
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Side B | |||
2. | The Declaration | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
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3. | Autumn Rain | 11:09 | Show lyrics |
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33:11 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Hearth | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
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Side B | |||
2. | Tears of a Nation | 11:18 | Show lyrics |
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22:45 |
Guardians
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Bryan Hamilton | Drums |
John Becker | Strings |
Meri Tadić | Fiddle (tracks 1, 4) |
Kevin Murphy | Highland bagpipes |
Rene McDonald Hill | Bodhrán (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering, Recording (strings), Re-amping |
Sebastian Wagner | Cover art |
Land of Light Photography | Photography |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording (drums, vocals) |
Martyn Moffat | Recording (guitars) |
Meri Tadić | Recording (fiddle) |
Kevin Murphy | Recording (bagpipes) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Guardians | 11:31 | Show lyrics |
The hue of her waters is crimsoned with slaughters, And the blood of the martyrs has reddened the clay; And dark desolation broods over the nation, For the faithful are perished, the good are away. On the mountains of heather they slumber together. On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay. How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping Though far from their kindred they molder away. Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish, The martyrs of Scotland that now are away. |
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Side B | |||
2. | The Declaration | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
By oppression’s woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty’s in every blow!— Let us do or die! |
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3. | Autumn Rain | 11:09 | Show lyrics |
Full of grief, the low winds sweep O’er the sorrow-haunted ground; Dark the woods where night rains weep, Dark the hills that watch around. Tell me, can the joys of spring Ever make this sadness flee, Make the woods with music ring, And the streamlet laugh for glee? Sad shall it be, though sun be shed Golden bright on field and flood; E’en the heather’s crimson red Holds the memory of blood. Noble dead that sleep below, We your valour ne’er forget; Soft the heroes’ rest who know Hearts like theirs are beating yet. |
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33:11 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Hearth | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d, From wandering on a foreign strand! I’ve wandered through the ancient glens Where the air is filled with sorrow and climbed to the highest of peaks Walked amongst the haunted ruins of my nation There’s nowhere I’d rather be This is my home My heart My soul My hearth |
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Side B | |||
2. | Tears of a Nation | 11:18 | Show lyrics |
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish’d peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown’d, Lie slaughter’d on their native ground Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door:- In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty |
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22:45 |
Guardians
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Bryan Hamilton | Drums |
John Becker | Strings |
Meri Tadić | Fiddle (tracks 1, 4) |
Kevin Murphy | Highland bagpipes |
Rene McDonald Hill | Bodhrán (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering, Recording (strings), Re-amping |
Sebastian Wagner | Cover art |
Land of Light Photography | Photography |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording (drums, vocals) |
Martyn Moffat | Recording (guitars) |
Meri Tadić | Recording (fiddle) |
Kevin Murphy | Recording (bagpipes) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Guardians | 11:31 | Show lyrics |
The hue of her waters is crimsoned with slaughters, And the blood of the martyrs has reddened the clay; And dark desolation broods over the nation, For the faithful are perished, the good are away. On the mountains of heather they slumber together. On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay. How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping Though far from their kindred they molder away. Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish, The martyrs of Scotland that now are away. |
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2. | The Declaration | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
By oppression’s woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty’s in every blow!— Let us do or die! |
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3. | Autumn Rain | 11:09 | Show lyrics |
Full of grief, the low winds sweep O’er the sorrow-haunted ground; Dark the woods where night rains weep, Dark the hills that watch around. Tell me, can the joys of spring Ever make this sadness flee, Make the woods with music ring, And the streamlet laugh for glee? Sad shall it be, though sun be shed Golden bright on field and flood; E’en the heather’s crimson red Holds the memory of blood. Noble dead that sleep below, We your valour ne’er forget; Soft the heroes’ rest who know Hearts like theirs are beating yet. |
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4. | Hearth | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d, From wandering on a foreign strand! I’ve wandered through the ancient glens Where the air is filled with sorrow and climbed to the highest of peaks Walked amongst the haunted ruins of my nation There’s nowhere I’d rather be This is my home My heart My soul My hearth |
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5. | Tears of a Nation | 11:18 | Show lyrics |
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish’d peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown’d, Lie slaughter’d on their native ground Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door:- In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty |
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6. | Dawn of Heroes (demo) | ||
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55:56 |
Guardians
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Bryan Hamilton | Drums |
John Becker | Strings |
Meri Tadić | Fiddle (tracks 1, 4) |
Kevin Murphy | Highland bagpipes |
Rene McDonald Hill | Bodhrán (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering, Recording (strings), Re-amping |
Sebastian Wagner | Cover art |
Land of Light Photography | Photography |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording (drums, vocals) |
Martyn Moffat | Recording (guitars) |
Meri Tadić | Recording (fiddle) |
Kevin Murphy | Recording (bagpipes) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Guardians | 11:31 | Show lyrics |
The hue of her waters is crimsoned with slaughters, And the blood of the martyrs has reddened the clay; And dark desolation broods over the nation, For the faithful are perished, the good are away. On the mountains of heather they slumber together. On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay. How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping Though far from their kindred they molder away. Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish, The martyrs of Scotland that now are away. |
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2. | The Declaration | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
By oppression’s woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty’s in every blow!— Let us do or die! |
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3. | Autumn Rain | 11:09 | Show lyrics |
Full of grief, the low winds sweep O’er the sorrow-haunted ground; Dark the woods where night rains weep, Dark the hills that watch around. Tell me, can the joys of spring Ever make this sadness flee, Make the woods with music ring, And the streamlet laugh for glee? Sad shall it be, though sun be shed Golden bright on field and flood; E’en the heather’s crimson red Holds the memory of blood. Noble dead that sleep below, We your valour ne’er forget; Soft the heroes’ rest who know Hearts like theirs are beating yet. |
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4. | Hearth | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d, From wandering on a foreign strand! I’ve wandered through the ancient glens Where the air is filled with sorrow and climbed to the highest of peaks Walked amongst the haunted ruins of my nation There’s nowhere I’d rather be This is my home My heart My soul My hearth |
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5. | Tears of a Nation | 11:18 | Show lyrics |
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish’d peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown’d, Lie slaughter’d on their native ground Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door:- In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty |
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6. | Dawn of Heroes (demo) | ||
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55:56 |
Guardians
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Bryan Hamilton | Drums |
John Becker | Strings |
Meri Tadić | Fiddle (tracks 1, 4) |
Kevin Murphy | Highland bagpipes |
Rene McDonald Hill | Bodhrán (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering, Recording (strings), Re-amping |
Sebastian Wagner | Cover art |
Land of Light Photography | Photography |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording (drums, vocals) |
Martyn Moffat | Recording (guitars) |
Meri Tadić | Recording (fiddle) |
Kevin Murphy | Recording (bagpipes) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Guardians | 11:31 | Show lyrics |
The hue of her waters is crimsoned with slaughters, And the blood of the martyrs has reddened the clay; And dark desolation broods over the nation, For the faithful are perished, the good are away. On the mountains of heather they slumber together. On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay. How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping Though far from their kindred they molder away. Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish, The martyrs of Scotland that now are away. |
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Side B | |||
2. | The Declaration | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
By oppression’s woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty’s in every blow!— Let us do or die! |
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3. | Autumn Rain | 11:09 | Show lyrics |
Full of grief, the low winds sweep O’er the sorrow-haunted ground; Dark the woods where night rains weep, Dark the hills that watch around. Tell me, can the joys of spring Ever make this sadness flee, Make the woods with music ring, And the streamlet laugh for glee? Sad shall it be, though sun be shed Golden bright on field and flood; E’en the heather’s crimson red Holds the memory of blood. Noble dead that sleep below, We your valour ne’er forget; Soft the heroes’ rest who know Hearts like theirs are beating yet. |
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Side A | |||
1. | Hearth | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d, From wandering on a foreign strand! I’ve wandered through the ancient glens Where the air is filled with sorrow and climbed to the highest of peaks Walked amongst the haunted ruins of my nation There’s nowhere I’d rather be This is my home My heart My soul My hearth |
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Side B | |||
2. | Tears of a Nation | 11:18 | Show lyrics |
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish’d peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown’d, Lie slaughter’d on their native ground Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door:- In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty |
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3. | Dawn of Heroes (demo) | 04:00 | |
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26:45 |
Forgotten Paths
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Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Carlos Vivas | Drums |
Neige | Vocals (additional, track 1) |
Kevin Murphy | Bagpipes (track 3) |
Lambert Segura | Violin |
Sophie Rogers | Vocals (female, track 3) |
Glorya Lyr | Everything (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carlos Santos | Engineering (drums) |
Khaos Diktator Design | Cover art |
Anaïs Mulgrew | Layout |
Justin Weis | Mastering |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording, Editing |
Mirko Albanese | Songwriting (track 4) |
Glorya Lyr | Songwriting (track 4) |
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1. | Forgotten Paths | 11:04 | Show lyrics |
Wild cries the Winter, and we walk song-haunted Over the moors and by the thundering falls, Or where the dirge of a brave past is chaunted In dolorous dusks by immemorial walls. Though rains may thrash on us, the great mists blind us, And lightning rend the pine-tree on the hill, Yet we are strong, yet shall the morning find us Children of tempest all unshaken still |
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2. | Monadh | 10:20 | Show lyrics |
A darkling violet, fringed anew With light that on the mountains soar, A dusky flame on tranquil shores; Kindling the summits as they grow In audience to the skies that call, Ineffable in rest and all The hills slipped over each on each Till all their changing shadows died. |
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3. | Bròn | 12:21 | Show lyrics |
There’s deer upon the mountain, There’s sheep along the glen, The forests hum with feather, But where are now the men? Here’s but my mother’s garden Where soft the footsteps fall, My folk are quite forgotten, But the nettle’s over all. O! black might be that ruin Where my fathers dwelt so long, And nothing hide the shame of it, The ugliness and wrong; The cabar and the corner-stone Might bleach in wind and rains, But for the gentle nettle That took such a courtier’s pains. The friends are all departed, The hearth-stone is black and cold, And sturdy grows the nettle On the place beloved of old. |
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4. | Exile | 04:50 | instrumental |
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38:35 |
Forgotten Paths
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Carlos Vivas | Drums |
Neige | Vocals (additional, track 1) |
Kevin Murphy | Bagpipes (track 3) |
Sophie Rogers | Vocals (female, track 3) |
Lambert Segura | Violin |
Glorya Lyr | Everything (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording, Editing |
Mirko Albanese | Songwriting (track 4) |
Glorya Lyr | Songwriting (track 4) |
Khaos Diktator Design | Cover art |
Anaïs Mulgrew | Layout |
Carlos Santos | Engineering (drums) |
Justin Weis | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Forgotten Paths | 11:04 | Show lyrics |
Wild cries the Winter, and we walk song-haunted Over the moors and by the thundering falls, Or where the dirge of a brave past is chaunted In dolorous dusks by immemorial walls. Though rains may thrash on us, the great mists blind us, And lightning rend the pine-tree on the hill, Yet we are strong, yet shall the morning find us Children of tempest all unshaken still |
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2. | Monadh | 10:20 | Show lyrics |
A darkling violet, fringed anew With light that on the mountains soar, A dusky flame on tranquil shores; Kindling the summits as they grow In audience to the skies that call, Ineffable in rest and all The hills slipped over each on each Till all their changing shadows died. |
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3. | Bròn | 12:21 | Show lyrics |
There’s deer upon the mountain, There’s sheep along the glen, The forests hum with feather, But where are now the men? Here’s but my mother’s garden Where soft the footsteps fall, My folk are quite forgotten, But the nettle’s over all. O! black might be that ruin Where my fathers dwelt so long, And nothing hide the shame of it, The ugliness and wrong; The cabar and the corner-stone Might bleach in wind and rains, But for the gentle nettle That took such a courtier’s pains. The friends are all departed, The hearth-stone is black and cold, And sturdy grows the nettle On the place beloved of old. |
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4. | Exile | 04:50 | instrumental |
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38:35 |
Forgotten Paths
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Carlos Vivas | Drums |
Neige | Vocals (additional, track 1) |
Kevin Murphy | Bagpipes (track 3) |
Sophie Rogers | Vocals (female, track 3) |
Lambert Segura | Violin |
Glorya Lyr | Everything (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording, Editing |
Mirko Albanese | Songwriting (track 4) |
Glorya Lyr | Songwriting (track 4) |
Khaos Diktator Design | Cover art |
Anaïs Mulgrew | Layout |
Carlos Santos | Engineering (drums) |
Justin Weis | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Forgotten Paths | 11:04 | Show lyrics |
Wild cries the Winter, and we walk song-haunted Over the moors and by the thundering falls, Or where the dirge of a brave past is chaunted In dolorous dusks by immemorial walls. Though rains may thrash on us, the great mists blind us, And lightning rend the pine-tree on the hill, Yet we are strong, yet shall the morning find us Children of tempest all unshaken still |
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2. | Monadh | 10:20 | Show lyrics |
A darkling violet, fringed anew With light that on the mountains soar, A dusky flame on tranquil shores; Kindling the summits as they grow In audience to the skies that call, Ineffable in rest and all The hills slipped over each on each Till all their changing shadows died. |
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3. | Bròn | 12:21 | Show lyrics |
There’s deer upon the mountain, There’s sheep along the glen, The forests hum with feather, But where are now the men? Here’s but my mother’s garden Where soft the footsteps fall, My folk are quite forgotten, But the nettle’s over all. O! black might be that ruin Where my fathers dwelt so long, And nothing hide the shame of it, The ugliness and wrong; The cabar and the corner-stone Might bleach in wind and rains, But for the gentle nettle That took such a courtier’s pains. The friends are all departed, The hearth-stone is black and cold, And sturdy grows the nettle On the place beloved of old. |
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4. | Exile | 04:50 | instrumental |
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38:35 |
Forgotten Paths
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Carlos Vivas | Drums |
Neige | Vocals (additional, track 1) |
Sophie Rogers | Vocals (female, track 3) |
Kevin Murphy | Bagpipes (track 3) |
Lambert Segura | Violin |
Glorya Lyr | Everything (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording, Editing |
Mirko Albanese | Songwriting (track 4) |
Glorya Lyr | Songwriting (track 4) |
Khaos Diktator Design | Cover art |
Carlos Santos | Engineering (drums) |
Anaïs Mulgrew | Layout |
Justin Weis | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Forgotten Paths | 11:04 | Show lyrics |
Wild cries the Winter, and we walk song-haunted Over the moors and by the thundering falls, Or where the dirge of a brave past is chaunted In dolorous dusks by immemorial walls. Though rains may thrash on us, the great mists blind us, And lightning rend the pine-tree on the hill, Yet we are strong, yet shall the morning find us Children of tempest all unshaken still |
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2. | Monadh | 10:20 | Show lyrics |
A darkling violet, fringed anew With light that on the mountains soar, A dusky flame on tranquil shores; Kindling the summits as they grow In audience to the skies that call, Ineffable in rest and all The hills slipped over each on each Till all their changing shadows died. |
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Side B | |||
3. | Bròn | 12:21 | Show lyrics |
There’s deer upon the mountain, There’s sheep along the glen, The forests hum with feather, But where are now the men? Here’s but my mother’s garden Where soft the footsteps fall, My folk are quite forgotten, But the nettle’s over all. O! black might be that ruin Where my fathers dwelt so long, And nothing hide the shame of it, The ugliness and wrong; The cabar and the corner-stone Might bleach in wind and rains, But for the gentle nettle That took such a courtier’s pains. The friends are all departed, The hearth-stone is black and cold, And sturdy grows the nettle On the place beloved of old. |
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4. | Exile | 04:50 | instrumental |
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38:35 |
Forgotten Paths
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Carlos Vivas | Drums |
Neige | Vocals (additional, track 1) |
Kevin Murphy | Bagpipes (track 3) |
Sophie Rogers | Vocals (female, track 3) |
Lambert Segura | Violin |
Glorya Lyr | Everything (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording, Editing |
Mirko Albanese | Songwriting (track 4) |
Glorya Lyr | Songwriting (track 4) |
Khaos Diktator Design | Cover art |
Anaïs Mulgrew | Layout |
Carlos Santos | Engineering (drums) |
Justin Weis | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Forgotten Paths | 11:04 | Show lyrics |
Wild cries the Winter, and we walk song-haunted Over the moors and by the thundering falls, Or where the dirge of a brave past is chaunted In dolorous dusks by immemorial walls. Though rains may thrash on us, the great mists blind us, And lightning rend the pine-tree on the hill, Yet we are strong, yet shall the morning find us Children of tempest all unshaken still |
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2. | Monadh | 10:20 | Show lyrics |
A darkling violet, fringed anew With light that on the mountains soar, A dusky flame on tranquil shores; Kindling the summits as they grow In audience to the skies that call, Ineffable in rest and all The hills slipped over each on each Till all their changing shadows died. |
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3. | Bròn | 12:21 | Show lyrics |
There’s deer upon the mountain, There’s sheep along the glen, The forests hum with feather, But where are now the men? Here’s but my mother’s garden Where soft the footsteps fall, My folk are quite forgotten, But the nettle’s over all. O! black might be that ruin Where my fathers dwelt so long, And nothing hide the shame of it, The ugliness and wrong; The cabar and the corner-stone Might bleach in wind and rains, But for the gentle nettle That took such a courtier’s pains. The friends are all departed, The hearth-stone is black and cold, And sturdy grows the nettle On the place beloved of old. |
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4. | Exile | 04:50 | instrumental |
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38:35 |
Forgotten Paths
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Andy Marshall | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Carlos Vivas | Drums |
Neige | Vocals (additional, track 1) |
Kevin Murphy | Bagpipes (track 3) |
Sophie Rogers | Vocals (female, track 3) |
Lambert Segura | Violin |
Glorya Lyr | Everything (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Rene McDonald Hill | Recording, Editing |
Mirko Albanese | Songwriting (track 4) |
Glorya Lyr | Songwriting (track 4) |
Khaos Diktator Design | Cover art |
Anaïs Mulgrew | Layout |
Carlos Santos | Engineering (drums) |
Justin Weis | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Forgotten Paths | 11:04 | Show lyrics |
Wild cries the Winter, and we walk song-haunted Over the moors and by the thundering falls, Or where the dirge of a brave past is chaunted In dolorous dusks by immemorial walls. Though rains may thrash on us, the great mists blind us, And lightning rend the pine-tree on the hill, Yet we are strong, yet shall the morning find us Children of tempest all unshaken still |
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2. | Monadh | 10:20 | Show lyrics |
A darkling violet, fringed anew With light that on the mountains soar, A dusky flame on tranquil shores; Kindling the summits as they grow In audience to the skies that call, Ineffable in rest and all The hills slipped over each on each Till all their changing shadows died. |
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Side B | |||
3. | Bròn | 12:21 | Show lyrics |
There’s deer upon the mountain, There’s sheep along the glen, The forests hum with feather, But where are now the men? Here’s but my mother’s garden Where soft the footsteps fall, My folk are quite forgotten, But the nettle’s over all. O! black might be that ruin Where my fathers dwelt so long, And nothing hide the shame of it, The ugliness and wrong; The cabar and the corner-stone Might bleach in wind and rains, But for the gentle nettle That took such a courtier’s pains. The friends are all departed, The hearth-stone is black and cold, And sturdy grows the nettle On the place beloved of old. |
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4. | Exile | 04:50 | instrumental |
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38:35 |
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