SuidAkrA - Dark Mound

From SuidAkrA's new album "Book of Dowth" (2011) Hope you enjoy. If you like this, support the band and buy the album! - Concept - When a plague killed almost all the cattle of the land, the people of the Tuatha De Danann called for the help of the druid "Bresal Bó-Díbad". Bresal went inside a tomb to pray to the elder gods for help. However, his prayers were answered by the evil essence of the Fomorians, trapped within the book that was buried there. Possessed by the demonic presence, Bresal asked the people to vow to work for him for one day to build a huge tower to favour the gods. He then summoned his sister who was a powerful sorceress and made her cast a spell to stop the sun at its summit. Thus, he tricked the people to work for him until the Fomorian tower of strength was finished. But when the Fomorians saw his sister, they were overcome with lust and they used Bresal to force themselves upon her. This terrible deed caused the spell to break, and darkness fell over the land. The people instantly returned to their homes and left the tower unfinished. From that day on, the name of the tomb would be "Dubhadh" (darkness). http://www.suidakra.com/index.php?page=dowth - Band Line-Up - Arkadius "Akki" Antonik - Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards Marcus Riewaldt - Bass Lars Wehner - Drums, Backing Vocals - Lyrics - As storm-clouds gather Above the glades A thunder deafens my howl Of anguish and dismay Remaining here In this sinister tomb I recall the evil deeds That led me to this place Bresal Bó-Díbad was my name As druid I was praised and famed From all four corners of Erin People came to seek my aid For in those days of gloom and death, A murrain fell upon the kine And killed all cattle in the land So into the ancient mound I went To pray and seek advice from elder gods And beg them for their help But from out of the dark Thousands of voices answered my command Reaping knowledge from my tortured brain The demon horde devised a wicked plan To weave a spell so the sun would never set They abused my sister's magical skills And forged a day that would not end In honour of the elder gods Upon the ancient mound A massive tower would be built On sacred ground For in those days of gloom and death, A murrain fell upon the kine And killed all cattle in the land Bresal Bó-Díbad was my name As druid I was feared, obeyed I tricked the people to vow an oath To work for me for but one day As storm-clouds gather Above the glades A thunder deafens my howl Of anguish and dismay Remaining here In this sinister tomb I recall the evil deeds That led me to this place Overtaken by lust and fury A terrible deed was done that broke the spell The men of Erin went on their way When the day had gone and night suddenly fell Now storm-clouds gather Above the glades "Dubhadh" Will ever be this dark mound's name