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Mystery Potion - EXILE'S ECHO (WE RISE FROM EVERY BITTER LOSS) [Official Audio]

Mystery Potion - Exile's Echo (We rise from every bitter loss) (Verse 1) Across the Channel's restless tide, In the shadow of Hastings' flame, The old lords fled with wounded pride, To Brittany they came. Anglo-Saxon, Scot, and Celt, Irish harp and Welsh lament, In Breton hills their banners melt, Where ancient tongues were bent. (Chorus) Oh, the blood runs deep through centuries' fire, From Britain's shore to foreign spire. Exile's children, forged in flight, Carry the old world's dying light. Through war and wave, through crown and cross, We rise from every bitter loss. (Verse 2) In granite keeps and salted stone, They wed the daughters of the sea, Forgot the thrones they'd once known, And learned a new decree. The Breton tongue wrapped 'round their names, The Celtic wind blew through their veins, While Norman kings played deadly games, Old Britain faded in the rains. (Verse 3) Centuries turned like ocean swells, Till France called souls across the main, To wilder shores where maple dwells, New France in sun and rain. From Breton ports they sailed away, To carve a world from forest deep, Acadian fields and Quebec's bay, Where ancient promises they'd keep. (Chorus) Oh, the blood runs deep through centuries' fire, From Britain's shore to foreign spire. Exile's children, forged in flight, Carry the old world's dying light. Through war and wave, through crown and cross, We rise from every bitter loss. (Bridge) Then came the ships with crimson sails, The Great Upheaval, scattered kin, From Maritime vales to distant trails, The long road home began again. Through exile's fire, through stranger's door, They wandered lost, yet held the core— A thread of memory evermore. (Verse 4) Between the rivers, wide and slow, Montreal to Trois-Rivières, They planted roots where willows grow, And healed the weight of ancient cares. The old blood sings beneath the snow, A quiet song no stranger knows, From Hastings' field to northern glow, The exile's echo grows. (Final Chorus) Oh, the blood runs deep through centuries' fire, From Britain's shore to foreign spire. Exile's children, forged in flight, We carry still the old world's light. Through war and wave, through crown and cross, We rise forever from the loss. Copyright 2025 Mystery Potion Productions    • Mystery Potion - EXILE'S ECHO (WE RISE FRO...   #CelticTraditional #ExtremeMetal #Triplebassdrum #Horrorcore #TechnicalDeathMetal #DoomMetal #DropFtuning #Tightsyncopatedrhythms #acidbass #futurewave #Echoeffects #distantfeel