I watch the sky turning black. And know the time is fast approaching. My clan they all look to me. I turn away, I face the ocean. In the dark I see a fleet of long-ships on the horizon.
when my life was empty. when my life was dead. the pain was taking over. and i wanted life to end. "it's time...to say.... goodbye...for good...". then one day God showed me.
"I hate you, it's your fault. my life's messed up. I don't care what you say,. my way's right.. where's your proof that. anarchy just won't work?". but Jesus Christ has the plan for you.
Roaming, wandering,. Left in fields just sauntering.. Sold off, slept rough,. Kept unstabled and tough.. . Riding steeds that know not their fate.. Forever forward,.
who wants to grow up in a world that's so unfair?. and who wants to live in a world where nobody cares?. bombs in your backyard. all your doors are locked.
On the day of the De Danann rule,. Breas ruled the pagan lands.. He led his people as a fool,. under the shadow of Balors hand.. The Tuatha De lived a life of pain,.
sitting here thinking back. on the better days, the days gone past. before the change, the way things were. when everything was new and pure. when life was free and filled with hope.
He holds a twisted torc in his hand,. the forests are his ruling land.. . "Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again,. come at my call and show thyself to men,.
"silence!" said the demon to the other as they circled,. "the young boy is trying to think.. the final thoughts course through his mind even now as we speak.".
We fled for our lives on a winter's eve,. Cold but unheeded, we left with speed.. The roundheads they had come this night,. Our gallant people ? But blood in sight..
the fool has said in his heart. "there is no God". he loves evil more than good. deceit from his tongue. no one who understands. no one who could. fire will come upon those who refuse.
We who are old yet fair of face,. Thousands of years this world did grace,. Beneath the earth away from men,. Our Middle Kingdom it lies hidden.. With sword in hand and our shields by our sides,.
a nation of millions. of lost little sheep. the mass effects so many. who believe all they see. the media's children. the people of sleep. taught to rest in peace.
I hear you calling. Your voice so fair. I reach out to touch you. But know you're not there. . The summer is ending. Clouds darken the sky. As the rain starts to fall.
look at you shake.... I see it on your face.... why are you so afraid...?. . looking down from above for much too long. on the masses you're here to serve.
looking for a way. that's just not God's. a c. or a p.?. make up your mind. light and dark. they just don't mix. we love you all but something needs to be fixed.
They came here when the sun was high.. The sea was calm to meet them.. From out of the wind above the hills.. Come a fleet of godly men.. . Borne on strong winds from the otherworld..
When evening in Eireann was gray,. Before the dawn went away,. Their footsteps on hills were heard,. On journey long without a word.. . From wilderland to western shore,.
full of hype. the children of the corn. inverted crosses hangin' from your ears. you run at the mouth. and ruin our shows. you sing about death to hide your fears.