by Aonghus
The druids eye scans the heaven
The druids eye scans the heaven
The druids eye scans the heaven
Blackness rides the sky
None can tell what fate is doing
But omens tell bad deed brewing
Flesh the Morrigan is stewing
Death will come this day
Put aside your quarrel kinsmen
Put aside your quarrel kinsmen
Put aside your quarrel kinsmen
Foe-men ride the tide
Hone your sword and tack your horses
Join your clan unite the forces
Hold your ground and guard your courses
War is on the wind
We stand the line shoulder shoulder
We stand the line shoulder shoulder
We stand the line shoulder shoulder
Live or die as one
Be still your fear for on they come
And sate your sword ere day is done
Behold! The cowards turn and run
We have won the day