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