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The title of this song came out of folklore I've learned from the storytelling and lush illustrations of artist Brian Froud. His art was truly an inspiration when these very first songs were recorded. Brain Froud (for those not familiar with his work) is an artist who revels in the various Faery-worlds and is even said to actually believe in in Faeries (hhmmmm...). But anyway, since then I have come to realize that the name "Tuatha De Danann" is a fairly well used phrase in metal today and it bothers me slightly since I more or less thought I was onto something quite new. The track is indeed a true "killer" though, and only just passes three minutes in length but manages to accomplish quite much during that short period. It is a track written completely with (at that time) new riffs used though on other recordings done at Madigan Studios. The words tells the rather dark tale of an ancient Oak who stands alone on a hill with Death resting at its foot. The Oak is described as a spiritual entity who although tortured by its tenant can not seem to get rid of him! Personally, I feel these lyrics are unfortuanly unmatched yet today by Yours Truly in the Swedish language section. It is rather hard capturing this kind of tale so precisely and here I do feel I hit right on the spot. Very early on this song was named "TuathaDeDananDamsel" but I decided to exclude the "Damsel" since that word only made the whole phrase into complete nonsense. I added it once to have a personal "touch" to the title, and because I thought it sounded neat but it eventually felt better in the way it is now presented. The song can today only be found on the first edition of the album "Blackarts" where it was added to the bonustrack-selection. |
 När Nordanvind sveper Riket kring Lämnar Landet tomt och kargt Och Kungens mark ligger naken kvar Utan skörd för Fåfängans Makt En Ek står ensam kvar Ett Herresäte lämnat bart Med sår som själen tär Och ett hjärta svart Han ännu bär Ett dunkelt sken genom lövverk och gren Vid trädets fot ligger Döden allén Och skrapar bark från trädets stam Klär sitt näste med Evig skam Eken står troget kvar Med blicken svart under klar lunar Ty rötter når dit längtan vill Och bara Döden bär Tidens sigill Bland mossens djupa snår Där Eken ännu står Med Döden i sin famn Och med djupa ärr i sin stam |
 When the Northern Wind sweeps across the Realm Leaves the Land vast and barren And the Kings soil lies naked still Without crops for the Might of Vanity An Oak solely stands, A dominion left bare With wounds that tear the soul For a Heart of Black He still bears A dusky shimmer through leaves and branches By the foot of the tree lies Death alone And tears the bark from the trees stem Dresses His nest in Eternal shame The Oak stands faithful still With a stare so black under a clear Moon For roots reach where desire craves And only Death carries the seal of Time Among the deep thickets of the moss Where the Oak still stands With Death in its embrace And deep wounds in its stem |
