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Onen hag oll!

y'n hanter-golow an bora a-varr

At the dawn of the sun, let the war begin

On the raiding scourge, only hatred within

In the magick we trust!

Armed with our magick and weapons of steel

Our keep stands tall, on the soil of Lostwithiel

The ground below sodden with blood on our march

Thee death rages heavy ov Restormel's great arch

Raiders fifty thousand strong, they show no mercy

We are few but we have power of the fae and heresy

We fight on for we must even if all in vain

Many lives are lost, but thee magick remains

One by one we watch as warriors fall

A mote of blood and bodies surrounds our keep walls

Piskies of Kernow, the wise one of the well

Surround us with your magick at the gates ov Restormel

A-govis Kernow

Res yw dhyn-ni gorfenna hemma

kyn fen ledhys

ny diyskynnav