Feast of the Bards metal-death / Praha

Feast of the Bards - Cold Rays

Country: Czechia Year: 2024 | Genre: Epic folk-death metal
from our upcoming album: To the Edge of the World

Artist/band: Feast of the Bards
Song written (composed) by Branislav Škrábal (Bran)
Lyrics written by Branislav Škrábal (Bran)
Recorded mixed & mastered at studio Sonidos (Zdeněk Ondráček)
Video created by Branislav Škrábal (Bran)
Single Artwork: photo captured and edited by Branislav Škrábal (Bran)

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Recorded by:
Branislav Škrábal (Bran) - guitars, acoustic guitars, harsh vocals
Hanka Osifová - flute, clean vocals
Martin Plutinský - bass


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Lyrics:

Unwelcoming winter. Cold rays of sun.
Alone with my horse. Forced to run.
Where, where will I hide. Settlement nowhere.
Looking for a tavern. Mead would flow there.

Ages of looking. Inviting light.
Innkeepers daughter. Keep her warm tonight.
Fellow bard in there. A mate of my art.
Stories will follow. Hitting ones heart.
Feast of the bards. Flute telling you.
Stories of lands. Crazy but true.
He travelled the world. There is no replace
of cozy heat of this tavern fireplace.

It's time to go ahead to the neverending winter's breeze.
Leave this wellbeing. Overcome your own boundaries.
Reach a new journeys to become a better and stronger man.
To follow your dreams. Never give up be brave as you can.

Ages of looking. Inviting light.
Innkeepers daughter. Keep her warm tonight.
Fellow bard in there. A mate of my art.
Stories will follow. Hitting ones heart.
Feast of the bards. Lute telling you.
Stories of lands. Crazy but true.
He travelled the world. There is no replace
of cozy heat of this tavern fireplace.