Red-Eyed Kells and the Devil’s Gold

Описание: Red-Eyed Kells and the Devil’s Gold #music #pirates #folkmetal #metal #folk #devil #ai #aimusic

Heavy metal guitars and pounding drums propel the song, with a tin whistle weaving melodic hooks and accordion textures adding a seafaring feel, Fiddle riffs bring folk energy, Pirate metal influences drive rowdy gang vocals, sudden tempo shifts, and dynamic interplay for an anthemic chorus

(Chorus)
Heave-ho, lads, the devil wants his due,
Red-Eyed Kells is comin’, and he’s comin’ after you.
Gold that gleams in moonlight, cursed as sin and cold,
He’ll haunt the seas forevermore for touchin’ devil’s gold.
(Verse 1)
We met him on the breakers with the lightning in his grin,
His coat was soaked in seawater, his soul soaked deep in sin.
He clutched a skull o’ hammered gold, cracked open like a tomb,
And laughed as if the thunder was his herald of our doom.
(Pre-Chorus)
“Turn back, ye fools,” he growled with glee,
“For the gold ye chase will bury ye!”
(Chorus)
Heave-ho, lads, the devil wants his due,
Red-Eyed Kells is comin’, and he’s comin’ after you.
Gold that gleams in moonlight, cursed as sin and cold,
He’ll haunt the seas forevermore for touchin’ devil’s gold.
(Verse 2)
His eyes were twin volcanoes, burning red through wind and wave,
He said the treasure damned him, made the ocean his new grave.
The storm around him twisted like a serpent made of rain—
And when he screamed, the very sky answered back with pain.
(Pre-Chorus)
He warned us twice, a sailor’s plea—
But hunger makes men deaf at sea.
(Chorus)
Heave-ho, lads, the devil wants his due,
Red-Eyed Kells is comin’, and he’s comin’ after you.
Gold that gleams in moonlight, cursed as sin and cold,
He’ll haunt the seas forevermore for touchin’ devil’s gold.
(Bridge)
So if ye hear a cackle in a storm ye can’t outrun,
Don’t look to starboard, lads—don’t stare at what he’s become.
For Kells still guards the treasure with a soul long turned to rust,
A captain lost to madness, and a heart consumed by lust.
(Final Chorus)
Heave-ho, lads, the devil wants his due,
Red-Eyed Kells is comin’, and he’s comin’ after you.
If ye should find that haunted chest of cursed gold untold,
Pray yer soul stays with ye when ye touch the devil’s gold.