Cruachan
Pagan
1. Michael Collins
2. Pagan
3. The Gael
4. Ard Ri Na Heirann
5. March To Cluain Tairbh
6. Viking Slayer
7. 1014 A.D.
8. Some Say The Devil Is Dead
9. 1000 Years
10. Lament For The Wild Geese
11. Erinsong
12. Summoning Of The Sidhe
13. The Fall Of Gondolin
1. Michael Collins
A volunteer in his nations struggle
Another soldier in the G.P.O.
The rising failed - our leaders captured
The English grip would not let go
But Michael would return to lead us
In our fight to re-claim our lands
The I.R.B. will march victorious
For they shall have the upper hand
He railled men from far ans wide
To join the rebellion that lay ahead
His murder squad was formed in earnest
The secret service soon lay dead
In reprisal the British army killed
Innocent people watching a hurling game
That day would become a turning point
Irish psyche would never be the same
The customs house was set on fire
The I.R.B. became the I.R.A.
The time was nigh to call a cease-fire
July 1th would be that day
De Valera, our elected president
Knew a republic he would not get
He sent Collins to meet the British
He sent Collins to his death!
The British treaty was signed by Collins
A free state was all they would give
A step towards independence
Is better that a war we cannot win
Many people did not agree with him
Civil war split the country in two
Michael would die from an Irish bullet
He gave his best, what more could he do?
2. Pagan
A scourge on the world from the earliest days
Christ, his church and his sinister ways
Starter of wars, Instigator of crimes
Despoiler of cultures, Destroyer of minds
More people have died in the name of Christ
Than any other in the history of life
You kill all who oppose your perfidious might
A religion of conquest born in black light
Our father who art in heaven
Corruption be thy name
You blind your people with lies
False prophet your only gain
Thy kingdom come and be done
Your time is now at an end
The veil is slowly being lifted
Your past you must try to defend
They prey on our children so young and naive
These pedophile bastards they are a disease
They preach about love, or so I am told
But the love that they practice is twisted and cold
3. The Gael
I hear you calling
Your voice so fair
I reach out to touch you
But know you're not there
The summer is ending
Clouds darken the sky
As the rain starts to fall
I weep and I cry
No more can I see you
Now you have passed on
The world seems so lifeless
And cold with you gone
I look at the place
Were we both used to lie
And think of times past
With a tear in my eye
4. Ard Ri Na Heirann
A tale of honor I will now tell
About a man, strong and true
Brian Boru was his name
And through his deeds a nation grew
He was born in a time of bondage
The viking raiders claimed his lands
His hatred grew when he saw his mother
Killing by vicious viking hands
His brother Mahon strived for peace
Brian knew it would never come
The vikings have us by the throat!
They kill our children just for
Boru left with a group of men
They rode into the fading light
He would attack the many viking camps
And vanish in the dark of night
Brian Boru, our beloved son
Fought the Dane, he fought and won
Losy his life at eighty eight
Death by a viking blade was his fate
Brian Boru, our last Ard Ri
Led the Gael to victory
Could not stand his countries plight
He removed the vikings from his sight
Malachy, the king of Meath, with Brian face to face
They both agreed that Brian should take
The monarchy of the Gaelic race
Brian had much word to do
To heal the wounds of Danish reign
He planned a massive call to arms
To remove the last of the Dane
To Clontarf Brian's army marched
To give the Dane their final fight
The army charged with swords help high
The viking line was soon in sight
The battle rages for many hours
And many fine warriors fell
But victory was always ours
The Gaelic might could not be quelled
Brian Boru, our beloved son
Fought the Dane, he fought and won
Losy his life at eighty eight
Death by a viking blade was his fate
Brian Boru, our last Ard Ri
Led the Gael to victory
Could not stand his countries plight
He removed the vikings from his sight
5. March To Cluain Tairbh
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6. Viking Slayer
I watch the sky turning black
And know the time is fast approaching
My clan they all look to me
I turn away, I face the ocean
In the dark I see a fleet of long-ships on the horizon
Again the Vikings come, to this land they are a poison
Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades
Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids
Their boats now pulled to shore
Scrawny men pour forth from the hull
Their faces look ailing and drawn
But their minds are bent on the cull
On they come, these viking raiders, pale and grey
With withered bodies and swords to slay
Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line
But we are butchers and they are our swine
By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here
Stand firm at your line and show to fear
From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands
But instead tonight they will die by Gaelic hands
I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the Vikings
Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing
I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder
So many of my warriors die, as they stop viking plunder
In the distance I see, their leader so wretched and vile
Leading his men with pride, I see his weakness and I smile
Caught up in his stupor of greed, I slice his head from his neck
His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day
7. 1014 A.D.
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8. Some Say The Devil Is Dead
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army
Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow
Feed the pigs and milk the cow, early in the morning
Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, Paddy dear I'm over here
Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, it's time to stop your yawning
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army
Katie she is tall and thin, she's tall and thin, and tall and thin
Katie she is tall and thin, and like her drops of brandy
Drinks it in the bed each night, drinks it in the bed each night
Drinks it in the bed each night, it makes her nice and randy
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army
The wife she has the hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing
The wife she has the hairy thing, she showed it to me on Sunday
She bought it in the furrier's shop, bought it in the furrier's shop
She bought it in the furriers's shop, it's going back on Monday
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army
My one's over six feet tall, six feet tall, six feet tall
My one's over six feet tall, she likes the sugar candy
Goes to bed at six o'clock, goes to bed at six o'clock
Goes to bed at six o'clock, she's lazy, fat and dandy
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army
9. 1000 Years
As I look out across the sea
I stand proud but am I free?
A thousand years have come and gone
I have won, I will go on
Stand firm against the storm
I cannot see it but it will come
And with the ghosts of a million Gaels
I will rise up, I will prevail
You can starve my children
You can kill my fighting man
Take away my right to freedom
And when my back is turned you kill again
You can burn my houses
Take away all that I have known
But the seeds are sown
When the Dane invaded
The held the Gael with a strangle-hold
Until Boru joined to clans
He won the war, re-claimed my lands
My green fields have been stained red
From the blood of the Irish dead
But with this fire that burns inside
I will always rebel, I will survive
You can starve my children
You can kill my fighting man
Take away my right to freedom
And when my back is turned you kill again
You can burn my houses
Take away all that I have known
But the seeds are sown
10. Lament For The Wild Geese
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11. Erinsong
I am the wind that blows over the sea
I am the wave of the ocean
I am the murmur of the billows
I am the ox of the seven combats
I am a vulture on the rock
I am a ray of the sun
I am the fairest of plants
I am a wild boar in valour
Come with me, I'll show you eternity
This magical ring, it holds the key to everything
Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see
Created by magic, cast from the Gods and the Sidhe
I am a salmon in the water
I am a lake in the plain
I am the craft of the artificer
I am a word of science
I am the god that creates
In the head of man the fire of thought
I am the spear-point cast in battle
I am the druid, I am the God
Come with me, I'll show you eternity
This magical ring, it holds the key to everything
Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see
Who shows the place where the sun goes to rest if not I?
12. Summoning Of The Sidhe
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13. The Fall Of Gondolin
The most beautiful city built on the middle-earth
It's splendour was highly acclaimed
The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong
In the land were Turgon Reigned
Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo
The lord of the ocean and sea
To tell the people of Gondolin
Prepare to fight or flee
But Turgon he was stubborn
"That will I not do!"
He had grown to love his city
And the terror of Morgoth he knew
The city was discovered
And Morgoth sent his legions
Orc warriors with the fire-drakes
Led by the Balrog demons
They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell
The way was now clear, through the Elven halls
The orcs of such hatred poured into the breath
With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast
The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath
And the kindred of the tree-bravely they fought
The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs
The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough
The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons
And made for the folk of the hammer
They fled in terror rather than of craft
Down in the plain they all gathered
But the fire-drake was loosed upon them
In the house of the hammer they died
Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer
Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own
Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart
Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion
The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart
The Noldor began to realise the battle they'd lose
The most beautiful city built on the middle-earth
It's splendour was highly acclaimed
The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong
In the land were Turgon Reigned
But now it lay akin to ruins
As the fire devoured its insides
The last hope for the Elves who lived
Was to run and flee abd hide
But Turgon was a noble king
"That will I not do!"
He stayed to die in the city
The only one he knew!
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