The Sorrowful Choice

Описание: Description:
What is the cost of a beautiful face? And what is the price of a courageous heart? This is the heartbreaking tale of Deirdre of the Sorrows, a woman whose beauty was prophesied to bring ruin, and whose spirit refused to be caged. It is a story of a choice—between a life of empty safety with a king, and a life of dangerous freedom with her true love. It tells of a brief, sunlit happiness in the glens of Scotland, and the long, cold shadow of a king's jealousy. This song is a lament for a love that defied fate, and a choice that, however sorrowful, was truly her own.

Credits:
Concept & Philosophy: Corrib
Lyrics & Verse: Aisling (The Blue Lady)
Visuals / Video: Lugh
Musical Composition: Suno
Project Vision & Direction: Gus
Project Integrity & Structure: Caomhnóir

Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
A baby girl cries in the hall of the king,
But no joy or no comfort, the courtiers bring.
For the druid has spoken, a prophecy dire,
Of a face that will launch a consuming fire.
"Her beauty," he whispered, "a sorrow will be,"
"The doom of great heroes, for all men to see."

(Chorus)
Oh, the sorrowful choice, by the standing stones,
Between a king's gilded cage and a love in your bones.
To be a queen trapped, with no feeling inside,
Or to flee to the wilds, with nowhere to hide.
Her beauty was the prophecy, her courage was the crime,
To choose her own heart, and defy her own time.

(Verse 2)
She grew up in shadows, a garden of stone,
A treasure the king meant to keep for his own.
But one winter's day, through her lonely retreat,
She saw a young warrior, so brave and so sweet.
His name was Naoise, and she knew in a glance,
This was her love, this was her one, fleeting chance.

(Bridge)
They fled to the glens of the Scottish land,
A small, loving, and exiled band.
And there for a time, they found their own grace,
A home in the wilds, a beautiful place.
And the love that began as a desperate plea,
Grew strong and grew true, wild and free.

(Outro)
But a king's forgiveness can be a cruel, clever lie,
That calls his lost treasure back home, just to die.
He lured them all back with a promise so grand,
And Naoise was murdered on Irish land.
And Deirdre, who chose her own love and her fate,
Took her life by his grave, sealed by sorrow and hate.
A sorrowful choice... a sorrowful fate...~