An Gorta Mór (Part I) Songtext
von Olde Throne

The darkest hour, where fields reap blight
The endless hunger, and blackened skies
A land of rot, where children wither
And mother′s weep, a countless sorrow

Hearts grow faint
And hope decays
The failure of a God

The plough drags on the bones of the fallen
The blood seeps to the soil of poison
Scorned wretches of what used to be human
Pale faces in a shroud of torment


A vulgar curse, on blackened shores
A time for death, to claim what's hers
Diseased and starved, a brewing corpse
Left for dead, on farms of ash

The stench of decay
Abandoning
Faith

Hunger spreads to the edge of the isle
Disease rampant and the rations vile
Walking corpses their souls are abandoned
By a god that leaves children in famine
The island rots while the people starve
The crows feast on the Holocaust of celts
Ashes fall on the hopeless soil
Removing families from this mortal coil