Heresiarh The Cruel Bard Lyrics

The Cruel Bard Lyrics

This is the lay of the cruel bard

He wrote it himself in his perilous
youth

And nobody knows and no other lay tells

If fate finally gave
him a lesson or no



He was a bard as anyone else yet nature had
praised him a gift of its worth - an irresistible beauty

and charm of the
lords, which he did not hesitate to use for his own good



Pleasure
he seeked and the inevitable pain, which eventually scorched his soul beyond
recognition

so that it was never completely healed unless for the moments
when he was alone with the 

splendour of nature and his love for the
sky



Long roads did he take and many a path and lots of young girls
fainted away to his enthralling 

songs and caressing lips. Yet his heart
could not find any place for a rest...



(Oh) The cruel bard 

He was

And his lays were fair

As dew in the grass

Yet his
heart was of stone...



Thousands of burnt villages he left
behind

And thousands of hearts unmended

Wherever he went he brought
pleasure, then woe

To daughters and mothers and envious men



He knew it all very well, the cruel bard 

But, hell, he had nothing at
all to disown 

So he just grinned as the devil himself

And all the
women around lost their pride



Although he sometimes did try to
unlock his heart

Hid under strong chest of marble and snow

Yet he
could not help loving anyone else

But himself and the dark of his kingly
bent brows



Like a motionless sculpture of a pale heathen god

The bard used to stare in a mirror of glass 

And he was ensnared in
the webs of his own

Reflection of beauty so kingly yet cold...