As the dark clouds they do gather
I sing my last
Manipulating Earth's magic without giving in return
Consequences most dire, maki
Fomorian lord ruled with an iron hand
Piracy maintained by this
O'er the seven hills of Macha
In an age now passed
Truth, the root of the tongue
Wisdom, the breath of speech
Secrets
Black is the Morrigan on this plain
Dark is her aspect,
There are many nations in this wide wide world
There are
Radiance
Dazzling brilliance
Shone upon another day
Lugh, o God of the sun
God
Responsibility is the last thing on his mind
Identity crisis enforced
A brooch upon his ample chest
Bedecked in simple splendour
Glistening fear
A mistery around meEminating from the landOnly true kindred spiritsMay
Blooded to the battleBorn to the fightSowed in the soulThrill
In this modern world of nightmaresWe all need our majestic
Drift back to an era now goneKindred spirits fought to
Tonight we feastO brothers of my clanTonight we feastO brothers
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