| Split the sky asunder
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| Noble huntress of the clan
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| In your left hand raise the sword
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| In your right hand cast the spear
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| Summon all the thieves and bastards hiding in the woodland
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| Crack their skulls in the cauldron for invading our frontier
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| The shadows fall, the hammer falls, the stone is placed above us all
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| We forge our weapons in the furnace
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| Soar to heights like oak trees tall
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| Do not beg before me, I’ll not heed your appeal
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| With your final words be grateful you died by Irish steel
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| Do not crawl before us, your fate has been revealed
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| The heavens would not desecrate their gates with your admittance
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| Do not beg before me
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| I will not heed your appeal
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| With your final words be grateful you died by Irish steel
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| Do not beg before me
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| Your fate has been revealed
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| Do not crawl before me, I’ll not heed your appeal
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| Son of flesh, I cast you out into exile forever hence
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| Flidais rides again
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| Flidais rides again
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| She is the forest, she is the rain
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| She is the huntress, she is the…
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| She! |
| is the dusk, and
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| She! |
| is the dawn
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| She! |
| is the moon, and
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| She! |
| is the sun
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| See her bellow out
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| See her, see her
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| Bellow out in anger
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| See her raise the infant fawn
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| She is drawn by a cart of Cervidae
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| She is here, she is gone
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| She is here, she is gone
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| She is gone |