Outside the winter zephyr,
When fables of sabers were strong.
".. For thou hast said in our hearts.. "
".. From Celtic flames, we are born. "
The Sky Clad flocks a carnal war,
So invoke their heartless cries.
"Crom Croich's at our side. "
"He's made of gold, so shall we ride? ".
From the mounts of Antrim,
Towards the glens of Visnech.
".. For thou has said in our hearts.. "
".. From Celtic flames, we are born. "
Any who live alone,
Long onlt for mercy.
"Proud, young men will die! "
"Fir Bolg rides the half light! ".
"WE HAVE ARRIVED AT THE STONE OF DESTINY (Tara). "
"WE HAVE REACHED THE PERDITION OF IBID (Cythraul). ".
"We comprehend the Lar of the Folk. "
"Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir. "
"We solemnize the last of the Druids. "
"Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir. ".
FALIAS!
MURIAS!.
[Leads: Shaftiel].
[Lead: Ifernain].
The passage is clear when Epona rides
She reaps through cloudbursts of rain that sighs
The course is laid when Sky Clad rides
Ler is watching -
"Proud, young men will die! ".
"We apprehend these thoughts: {Fea Nemon}. "
"Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir. "
"We shall live forever in the land of Inisfail. "
"Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir. ".
MURIAS!
FALIAS!