| As The Deities Clash
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| Lost within the dust of ages,
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| Naught but Mythic mist remain.
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| Forsaken is the ancient wisdom,
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| Tossed aside, extinguished flame.
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| The height of a hill was ablaze.
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| Brighst beacons shone like the Sun.
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| Colours, resplendent,
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| As Deities Clash.
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| Soft waves of a strong arm, imported through time.
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| Diverse were the Titles bestowed upon their gods.
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| (The) Pantheon of the Deities clash softly yet brief.
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| My Gods, hear my call.
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| My Gods, hear my cry.
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| On the Plain of Maigh Tuire, out to the West
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| An Otherwordly spiritual affray.
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| (The) coming of bronze new mystical arts.
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| Ascendance realigned, redefined.
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| Tara Cruachan. |
| Emain Macha.
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| Beacons of an age born of Jron.
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| The Goddess of Battle in triumph
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| Sating the Blood God’s desire.
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| Primordial need for Gods in the Sky
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| Psyche of mankind drawn to the Tribe.
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| Who has the magic to invoke Faith,
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| Undiying loyalty never betrayed. |