Biography:
Lyriel is a folk metal band formed in Gummersbach in 2003. They describe their style as 'dark romantic celtic rock' and can be easily compared to Blackmore's Night and various symphonic metal bands, although they do not copy these bands. They are also notable for frontwoman Jessica Thierjung's vocals, which add a unique touch to their already distinguishable sound. Additionally, they feature the cello and violin on stage.
They have released four albums: Prisonworld, Autumntales, Paranoid Circus and Leverage.
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One morning last July
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One morning last July
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From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
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And she smiled as she passed me by.
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She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
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To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
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Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
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Just to see I was really there.
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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
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And from Galway to Dublin town
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No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
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"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
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"That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown.
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With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
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