Cursed Be Iron Chords by Turisas
Tempo:
114.75 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
C
Bm
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
Class 3 is not safe, however!
Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Class 3 is not safe, however!
[F]
[E] Class 3 is my life, forever!
[B] Once I was a little bunny,
Having neither form nor beauty,
Neither strength nor great importance,
But I was a little bunny,
When in form of milk thou rested,
When for ages thou wert hidden,
[G#m] In the breasts of [B] God's three daughters,
Hidden in the evening blossoms,
On the borders of the cloudlets,
In the blue of the heavens.
Thou wert once a little bunny,
Having neither form nor beauty,
Neither strength nor great importance,
When like water thou wast,
Thou wert resting,
On the broad back of the marshes,
On the steep declines of mountains,
When thou wert but formless matter,
[Bm] Only [B] dust of us declined.
[E] Class 3 is not safe, however!
Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Class 3 is my life, forever!
[C]
[E]
[C]
[E]
[D]
[B] Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Surely thou wert void of greatness,
Having neither strength nor beauty,
When the moose was trampling on thee,
[G#m] When the roebuck trod [B] upon thee,
When the tracks of oars were in thee,
[Bm] And the [B] paper scratched thy body.
Surely thou wert little value,
Than the skillful ill marine.
First of all the iron worker,
Brought thee from the blackened swamp,
And the old plant,
Took thee to his ancient smithy,
[Bm] Placing his [B] fiery furnace.
Surely thou art little figure,
Little strength and little danger,
When thou in the fire wentst,
Rolling forth like seeding water,
From the furnace of the smithy,
[Bm] When thou didst [B] grow the strongest.
By the [N] furnace, by the lark,
Or by the tongs and [C] by the hammer,
By the dwelling of the blacksmith,
By the fire with the cover.
[E] It's not that, so I laugh!
Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
[C]
[E] Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
[C]
[E] Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Nor was thou so wise,
Nor wise in thought,
As thou in thy wildest delusion
Thou hast forged all thy treasures,
All thy [C] power and wealth,
[E] All the riches of the heavens,
All thy good things and all,
When thou shall be [D] found!
[B] Thou who from nature
Gives us strength,
Thou who from thee
All might [Em] manifest,
[B] Thou who can see Thine image,
Thou who art
Thou art Thou [G]
art!
[F#]
[G#] [C#] [Fm] [F#] And come, begin,
Thou [F#]
[G#] [B] [F#]
[B] hast done this mischief,
Thou the cause
Of all our trouble.
[E]
[B] Come and end Thy guilt,
And amend
This land of the [E] dead!
Class 3 is not a state
So I laugh!
Class 3 is not a state of
Forgiveness!
[C]
[E] Class 3 is not a state
But a remal!
Class 3 is alive Forever!
[D] [E]
[C]
[E]
[C]
[B] [C#m]
Class 3 is not safe, however!
Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Class 3 is not safe, however!
[F]
[E] Class 3 is my life, forever!
[B] Once I was a little bunny,
Having neither form nor beauty,
Neither strength nor great importance,
But I was a little bunny,
When in form of milk thou rested,
When for ages thou wert hidden,
[G#m] In the breasts of [B] God's three daughters,
Hidden in the evening blossoms,
On the borders of the cloudlets,
In the blue of the heavens.
Thou wert once a little bunny,
Having neither form nor beauty,
Neither strength nor great importance,
When like water thou wast,
Thou wert resting,
On the broad back of the marshes,
On the steep declines of mountains,
When thou wert but formless matter,
[Bm] Only [B] dust of us declined.
[E] Class 3 is not safe, however!
Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Class 3 is my life, forever!
[C]
[E]
[C]
[E]
[D]
[B] Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Surely thou wert void of greatness,
Having neither strength nor beauty,
When the moose was trampling on thee,
[G#m] When the roebuck trod [B] upon thee,
When the tracks of oars were in thee,
[Bm] And the [B] paper scratched thy body.
Surely thou wert little value,
Than the skillful ill marine.
First of all the iron worker,
Brought thee from the blackened swamp,
And the old plant,
Took thee to his ancient smithy,
[Bm] Placing his [B] fiery furnace.
Surely thou art little figure,
Little strength and little danger,
When thou in the fire wentst,
Rolling forth like seeding water,
From the furnace of the smithy,
[Bm] When thou didst [B] grow the strongest.
By the [N] furnace, by the lark,
Or by the tongs and [C] by the hammer,
By the dwelling of the blacksmith,
By the fire with the cover.
[E] It's not that, so I laugh!
Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
[C]
[E] Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
[C]
[E] Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Nor was thou so wise,
Nor wise in thought,
As thou in thy wildest delusion
Thou hast forged all thy treasures,
All thy [C] power and wealth,
[E] All the riches of the heavens,
All thy good things and all,
When thou shall be [D] found!
[B] Thou who from nature
Gives us strength,
Thou who from thee
All might [Em] manifest,
[B] Thou who can see Thine image,
Thou who art
Thou art Thou [G]
art!
[F#]
[G#] [C#] [Fm] [F#] And come, begin,
Thou [F#]
[G#] [B] [F#]
[B] hast done this mischief,
Thou the cause
Of all our trouble.
[E]
[B] Come and end Thy guilt,
And amend
This land of the [E] dead!
Class 3 is not a state
So I laugh!
Class 3 is not a state of
Forgiveness!
[C]
[E] Class 3 is not a state
But a remal!
Class 3 is alive Forever!
[D] [E]
[C]
[E]
[C]
[B] [C#m]
Key:
E
B
C
Bm
F#
E
B
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
Class 3 is not safe, however! _ _ _
Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness! _ _ _
Class 3 is not safe, however!
_ _ [F] _
[E] Class 3 is my life, forever! _ _
[B] Once I was a little bunny,
_ Having neither form nor beauty,
_ Neither strength nor great importance,
But I was a little bunny,
When in form of milk thou rested,
When for ages thou wert hidden,
[G#m] In the breasts of [B] God's three daughters,
Hidden in the evening blossoms,
_ On the borders of the cloudlets,
In the blue of the heavens.
Thou wert once a little bunny,
Having neither form nor beauty,
Neither strength nor great importance,
When like water thou wast,
Thou wert resting,
On the broad back of the marshes,
On the steep declines of mountains,
When thou wert but formless matter,
[Bm] Only [B] dust of us declined. _ _ _
_ [E] Class 3 is not safe, however! _
_ Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness! _
_ Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness! _
_ _ Class 3 is my life, forever!
[C] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [B] Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Surely thou wert void of greatness,
Having neither strength nor beauty,
When the moose was trampling on thee,
[G#m] When the roebuck trod [B] upon thee,
When the tracks of oars were in thee,
[Bm] And the [B] paper scratched thy body.
Surely thou wert little value,
Than the skillful ill marine.
_ First of all the iron worker,
Brought thee from the blackened swamp,
And the old plant,
Took thee to his ancient smithy,
[Bm] Placing his [B] fiery furnace.
_ Surely thou art little figure,
Little strength and little danger,
When thou in the fire wentst,
Rolling _ forth like seeding water,
_ From the furnace of the smithy,
[Bm] When thou didst [B] grow the strongest.
_ By the [N] furnace, by the lark,
Or by the tongs and [C] by the hammer,
By the dwelling of the blacksmith,
By the fire with the cover. _ _ _
_ [E] _ It's not that, so I laugh!
_ Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
_ [C] _
_ [E] Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness! _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [E] Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Nor was thou so wise,
Nor wise in thought,
As thou in thy wildest delusion
Thou hast forged all thy treasures,
All thy [C] power and wealth,
[E] All the riches of the heavens, _ _
All thy good things and all,
When thou shall be [D] found!
_ [B] Thou who from nature
Gives us strength,
Thou who from thee
All might [Em] manifest,
_ [B] Thou who can see Thine image, _
_ Thou who art
Thou art Thou [G]
art!
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [Fm] _ [F#] And come, begin,
Thou _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [B] _ _ hast done this mischief,
_ Thou the cause
Of all our trouble.
[E] _
_ [B] Come and end Thy guilt, _ _
And amend
This land of the [E] dead!
_ Class 3 is not a state
So I laugh!
_ Class 3 is not a state of
Forgiveness!
[C] _
_ [E] Class 3 is not a state
But a remal! _
_ Class 3 is alive Forever!
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
Class 3 is not safe, however! _ _ _
Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness! _ _ _
Class 3 is not safe, however!
_ _ [F] _
[E] Class 3 is my life, forever! _ _
[B] Once I was a little bunny,
_ Having neither form nor beauty,
_ Neither strength nor great importance,
But I was a little bunny,
When in form of milk thou rested,
When for ages thou wert hidden,
[G#m] In the breasts of [B] God's three daughters,
Hidden in the evening blossoms,
_ On the borders of the cloudlets,
In the blue of the heavens.
Thou wert once a little bunny,
Having neither form nor beauty,
Neither strength nor great importance,
When like water thou wast,
Thou wert resting,
On the broad back of the marshes,
On the steep declines of mountains,
When thou wert but formless matter,
[Bm] Only [B] dust of us declined. _ _ _
_ [E] Class 3 is not safe, however! _
_ Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness! _
_ Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness! _
_ _ Class 3 is my life, forever!
[C] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [B] Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Surely thou wert void of greatness,
Having neither strength nor beauty,
When the moose was trampling on thee,
[G#m] When the roebuck trod [B] upon thee,
When the tracks of oars were in thee,
[Bm] And the [B] paper scratched thy body.
Surely thou wert little value,
Than the skillful ill marine.
_ First of all the iron worker,
Brought thee from the blackened swamp,
And the old plant,
Took thee to his ancient smithy,
[Bm] Placing his [B] fiery furnace.
_ Surely thou art little figure,
Little strength and little danger,
When thou in the fire wentst,
Rolling _ forth like seeding water,
_ From the furnace of the smithy,
[Bm] When thou didst [B] grow the strongest.
_ By the [N] furnace, by the lark,
Or by the tongs and [C] by the hammer,
By the dwelling of the blacksmith,
By the fire with the cover. _ _ _
_ [E] _ It's not that, so I laugh!
_ Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
_ [C] _
_ [E] Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness! _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [E] Class 3 is not a state of forgiveness!
Nor was thou so wise,
Nor wise in thought,
As thou in thy wildest delusion
Thou hast forged all thy treasures,
All thy [C] power and wealth,
[E] All the riches of the heavens, _ _
All thy good things and all,
When thou shall be [D] found!
_ [B] Thou who from nature
Gives us strength,
Thou who from thee
All might [Em] manifest,
_ [B] Thou who can see Thine image, _
_ Thou who art
Thou art Thou [G]
art!
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [Fm] _ [F#] And come, begin,
Thou _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [B] _ _ hast done this mischief,
_ Thou the cause
Of all our trouble.
[E] _
_ [B] Come and end Thy guilt, _ _
And amend
This land of the [E] dead!
_ Class 3 is not a state
So I laugh!
_ Class 3 is not a state of
Forgiveness!
[C] _
_ [E] Class 3 is not a state
But a remal! _
_ Class 3 is alive Forever!
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _