Mountains without a peak Forests that cannot speak Lost Trails to Shore hear our Forefathers Roar Dark Skies, Ignite Shadows in Light Our Songs are Sung Gaelic Our Tongue The Hound of Ulster Cu Roi of Munster Morrigan on Shoulder The Night Grows Colder Dark Forests ahead Bright, Stars overhead Fog, Slowly Falls Hear our Battle Calls Hearts Pounding, Blades Shine Balor, Entwined Our Songs are Sung Gaelic Our Tongue The Hound of Ulster Cu Roi of Munster Morrigan on Shoulder The Night Grows Colder We March On! Until Dawn. We Ride On! With Swords Drawn March! Ride! March! To Victory!!