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The druid slept under the oak |
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A lone raven whispered evil words |
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Called to Lugh lord of battle |
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Followed the spear to hail & kill |
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Hordes of Gog & Magog in the sky |
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Under the sign into war we marched |
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Filled the forests with blood of priests |
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Defended our race with honour & pride |
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Slaughtering disciples of holy lies |
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Pain we never felt only hate |
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Protecting our secret country in fury |
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But too many liars came to our lands |
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Facing defeat with unbowed heads |
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For centuries the light of day they ruled |
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But in the dark night Celtic rites prevailed |
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Now the druid has awakened |
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Lost sword found the raven flies again |
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Sons of coldness & woods return |
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Our ancestors will be avenged at last |
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Again we march under the sign |
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Once more soil will mix with blood |
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Deny the preachers of love & peace |
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Join the proud legions to hail & kill |
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Days of darkness & evil await us |
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In storms and rain we fight again |
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Showing no mercy to cowards and traitors |
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Out of chaos new order to arise |
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Pure tribes will ride into glory again |
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The millennium of light soon to fall |
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The Celtic rites will now prevail forever |
