Тексты песен WAYLANDER

s the dark clouds they do gather I sing my last lament For the ravens they do gather My strength is almost spent My life force it dispreses My blood lies in the sand The darkness is close at hand Ga

Blooded to the battle Born to the fight Sowed in the soul Thrill of the fight Taking no prisoners To die for a cause Honour and glory To win without loss Prowess and power Stealth and speed Practice

O'er the seven hills of Macha In an age now passed by Lived a people once forgotten Beneath an ancient sky For protection they had warriors Unsurpassed on Eireann's shore Warriors of the C

In this modern world of nightmares

Truth, the root of the tongue Wisdom, the breath of speech Secrets untold, guarded forever Shared with only the gifted few Keen of knowledge, clear of vision Earth's all consuming passion Vital

I domhan anseo nach bhfuil anseo I chnoic draiochta, ag conai go saor Daoine alainn, tuatha de danann Is Ri Na Sidhe An Ri, An Ri, Ri Na Sidhe

Drift back to an era now gone Kindred spirits fought to overcome Druids held sway over kings And the thrill of the hunt prevailed People were one with the land And harmony reignet in the cycle of lif

Radiance Dazzling brilliance Shone upon another day Lugh, o God of the sun God of the sun Burning fire Sustaining life

Tonight we feast O brothers of my clan Tonight we feast O brothers of my blade Let there be drinking Eating of flesh Let there be boasting Tales to be heard Let there be gloating Counting of heads R

A brooch upon his ample chest Bedecked in simple splendour Glistening fear upon his brow His mouth as dry as bone Sharpened sword his father bore Strapped to his side so proud Virgin blood enters the