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The druid slept under the oak

A lone raven whispered evil words

Called to Lugh lord of battle

Followed the spear to hail & kill

Hordes of Gog & Magog in the sky

Under the sign into war we marched

Filled the forests with blood of priests

Defended our race with honour & pride

Slaughtering disciples of holy lies

Pain we never felt only hate

Protecting our secret country in fury

But too many liars came to our lands

Facing defeat with unbowed heads

For centuries the light of day they ruled

But in the dark night Celtic rites prevailed

Now the druid has awakened

Lost sword found the raven flies again

Sons of coldness & woods return

Our ancestors will be avenged at last

Again we march under the sign

Once more soil will mix with blood

Deny the preachers of love & peace

Join the proud legions to hail & kill

Days of darkness & evil await us

In storms and rain we fight again

Showing no mercy to cowards and traitors

Out of chaos new order to arise

Pure tribes will ride into glory again

The millennium of light soon to fall

The Celtic rites will now prevail forever