Lyrics The Middle Kingdom - Cruachan

The Middle Kingdom

We who are old yet fair of face
Thousands of years this world did grace
Beneath the earth away from men
Our Middle Kingdom it lies hidden
With sword in hand and our shields by our sides
We march in hoards we will never subside
Our DÚ Danann form has passed with time
But still we love music and still we love wine
We are of the forest, we are of the earth
Our heads full of knowledge our ways full of mirth
We know all the answers to questions unasked
We live in the light with no fear of the dark
It must be said we have dark evil breeds
Who plague mankind with their mischievous deeds
The Phooka, the Merrow, the wailing Bean-shee
Are hideous creatures as dark as can be
Avoid the lone thorn tree that grows in the field
Do not cut it down with the axe that you wield
It coarses magic from branch to root
And woe to he who eats its fruit
Of itself the tree did grow
From faerie magic cast long ago
Therefore we bid you to let it stand
Ill fortune to those who ignore our command
«We who are old, we are revered, born of the earth, immortal and feared»
In the dead of night see us dance on the hills
On fiddles and flutes we play jigs and reels
The sky is ablaze with a myriad of light
Our faerie music is heard through the night
We who are old yet fair of face
Thousands of years this world did grace
But modern man and his cynical ways
Are bringing us to the end of our days