With two tongues of silver, honeyed, sweetened with gold,

Claim now, compensation, for the lies we’ve been sold,

The mystery disperses, the myth falls away,

Thus, ending the dark days, when the clergy held sway.

Hearts and minds of the people

Ensnared long ago.

Strangers to the energies

Which no longer flow.

With tales of the trinity

Convincingly told

Demeaning our ways

As heathen and bold

The courts of the kings, a pulpit and a stage,

Manipulation of a fractious land.

Politicise, cast words of doubt,

Fan the flames of discontent.

Usurpers of our Legacy, Distorting Native lore,

Import a creed unnatural onto our Emerald shore.

Usurpers of our Legacy, demonising Ancient Gods

Plagiarise our Festivals, Foulest of all frauds

Usurpers of our Legacy, They’ll never keep us down.

Rise up, now is the time, reclaim the Pagan crown.

Rise up Pagan sons and daughters,

Symbolic swords held to the sky,

(With the) Sun God in ascendancy,

(We) illuminate hypocrisy… AAAAAriiiiise!!!

Gatherings don the centuries,

In secret groves and vales

Patiently awaiting,

Revelations, come the Dawn.

Beneath a flag of union,

Butchers carved and they cleaved,

carved and they cleaved, they carved, they cleaved

The tongue torn from the Nation.

The goddess she grieves, the land it doth bleed

Eiriu she grieves.

Eiriu she grieves, the land it doth bleed

Eiriu she grieves.