Rowan Berry Stains

"Rowan Berry Stains", is a somber and reflective mystic Celtic piece. A melodic mix of a haunting, distant fiddle, gentle woodwinds, and a female folk vocal. This piece will take you through a time when Earthly druidic mysticism and a sense of duty honors the fallen warrior as time passes over them. Though I consider it mildly fantasy, the song is grounded in tradition and folklore. *** Interesting facts and lore of the Rowan tree and its berries: -Wards Against Evil & Unrest: Traditionally, rowan wood and its bright red berries were used to ward off dark spirits and keep souls at peace. Planting rowan near graves or churchyards was a common practice to protect the resting dead from malicious forces and ensure their spirits remained undisturbed. -The Crimson Berries: The vibrant red berries were often associated with the blood of life, sacrifice, and remembrance. In poetic traditions, "rowan berry stains" evokes both the physical mark of the land and the lingering, indelible memory of those who have passed. -A Bridge Between Worlds: In Gaelic lore, the rowan tree stands at the threshold between the living world and the spirit realm, serving as a quiet watcher over crossing souls. *** Thank you for listening to "Rowan Berry Stains". For other Celtic, fantasy, or Nordic folk songs, check out Symphon-E's growing library of genres and original lyrics pieces. To help the channel grow and reach new listeners, please consider hitting the like button, subscribing, and leaving a comment with your thoughts and reflections of the music. Lyrics: [Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] The fire in faces die down. Winds brush over young fellows. Stones rise covering eyes, Over silver ley-lines in meadows. Hmmm, oh wisps of the green, Hmmm, oh wisps of the sweet misty gleam. Whisper their wishes to me, Near the rivers that turn out to the sea. [Instrumental: Celtic, soothing] [Verse 2] The ashes rest cold in their beds, Where warriors lay within barrows. Oaks rise high on their roots, Where clover makes use of the marrow. Hmmm, oh hey oaks of the green, Hmmm, oh hey oaks of the sweet misty gleam. Watch over their cairns while they sleep, Near the streams that carry their dreams. [Chorus] Lay, oh, lay down your arms, Lay into the fog's embrace. [Gaelic] Éist leis na focail ar an leoithne, [Gaelic] Cluin na briathra ar an ghaoth. Listen to our songs on the breeze, Sacred words upon the wind. Lay, oh, lay down your arms, Lay into the fog's embrace. [Bridge] When lichen grows over tombs, And memories of dark ravens fade. Over stones you carried alone, In the morning dew within glades. La, ley loah, lah ley loah hey, La, ley loah, lah ley loah hey. Till night's moon, the Rowans bloom, And red berries stain their tombs. [Outro: Soothing, Melodic] Lay, oh, lay down your arms, Lay into the fog's embrace. [Gaelic] Éist leis na focail ar an leoithne, [Gaelic] Cluin na briathra ar an ghaoth. Listen to our songs on the breeze, Sacred words upon the wind. Lay, oh, lay down your arms, Lay into the fog's embrace. Lay, oh, lay down your arms, Stay restful in mist's embrace... [Fade to end] [End track]