Track · Jan 11, 2026 · English

The Price of the Rising

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Duration

3:34

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

They pinned his name

To the old stone wall

Red chalk dripping

Like a drunken fall

Said

"Pick up your coat

Pick up your rage"

They’ll pay you in chains

Or they’ll pay you in graves

[Chorus]

This is the price of the rising

Blood in the mud

Teeth in your hand

Final payment

No revising

Sign it in scars

And the cut of the land

If you want it

You lay down your life

That’s the price

Of a rebel’s rise

[Verse 2]

Mam set bread

By the cold grate fire

Said

"Eat

My girl

Then go feed the pyre"

Her hands were shaking

But her eyes were steel

"Freedom’s a word

’till you make it real"

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[low vocal register] I could marry quiet

Tend a yard

Tend a man

Name the fear

Then deny it

Drink and sleep

While I still can

[raspy shout] But the rent’s in my marrow

And the tax in my bones

If I stay on my knees

I’m already gone

[Chorus]

Style

folkraw irish folk ballad with female raspy vocalsbodhrán thump and driving acoustic guitar. verses stay close and hushed with fingerpicked strings and low whistle phrases; choruses explode in a shout-along gang vocal feelstamping boots and harsh harmonies. fiddle doubles the topline on hooksthen breaks out for a jagged solo in the bridge. gritty room reverbclose-mic’d breath and growl left in the mix.irish folkenglish

Prompt

Irish folk song about the price that must be willing to be paid with rebellion. Life on the line, final payment. Female, raspy vocals, angry yet introspective lyrics

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Brigids_Hearth

GeneratedJan 11, 2026

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