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Low in the mountains

Where the moss lay thick

Gather the young

And shepherd the sick

Father of Lugh

Cloaked in magic mists

Accept thee rushes

Harvest of Mann

Mounted upon Enbarr

Mightiest of white steeds

Fly into the waters

Answerer of the hordes

Sails drift into daylight

Banners of the North

Protector of the clan

Swift as the wind

Galloping eastward

Thundering wheel of The Rider

Strike below the heart

Wounds which never fade

Washed away in cold blood

Visions of the Silver Bough

Dense aura

Fog of Blessing

Shields crest o'er the hilltop

The welcomed sight of Three Legs

Manannan leads the charge

An army of number unknown

Ethereal warriors among the force

Conjuration of the otherworld

Frenzied rush to the shore

For victory lies ahead

Who yet remains do not know

Their kin are scattered among the rocks