Mr. preacher on the t.v. screen. tells me that he knows just what I need. he's "been there before...and back again". but with that fancy suit I find it hard to believe.
[Music: KF, JF Words: KF]. . Loneliness was all she knew,. Because of her God sent beauty.. Evil and carnage were sure to ensure,. Her death was Conchobars duty..
I am the wind that blows over the sea. I am the wave of the ocean. I am the murmur of the billows. I am the ox of the seven combats. I am a vulture on the rock.
[Music & Words: KF]. . A warrior so proud of the woman by his side,. His faithful heart would take no other bride,. For three years they lived,. midst the forests of the land,.
The Hound of Culann, The Hound of Ulster,. He is of the otherworld,. His father is God Lugh Lamheada,. His mother Dectire is mortal.. . Culann the smith was holding a feast,.
[Music: KF, JF Words: KF]. . In a time of myth and magic,. lived a man of timeless power,. Lir was his name,. but his temper had turned sour.. He would not be king of the land,.
On the ground he lays,. His lifeblood drains from him,. The battle has been fought,. And the fighting now stopped.. He scans the battlefield,. Oh the bloodshed he can see,.
[Music & Words: KF]. . Remember well the 30th of January,. The feeling of dread that was in the air.. The people marched for their right to equality,.
A tale of honor I will now tell. About a man, strong and true. Brian Boru was his name. And through his deeds a nation grew. He was born in a time of bondage.
See the stone circle on the hilltop,. Shining in the light of the moon,. See the druid kneel in prayer,. Praying because his life will end soon.. . For fifty years he has walked this earth,.
As I look out across the sea. I stand proud but am I free?. A thousand years have come and gone. I have won, I will go on. Stand firm against the storm.
Breathless, I stand here to kill. Oblivion waits on my command. Merciless, abandon your faith. You've reached the final descent. . Blacken my soul. Forget the woes of peace.
The stature looms all around me. The stance of unwillingness. To follow you, don't follow me, to follow you, don't follow me. What is guilt without your fading conscious?.
Sanctity, have you succumbed to. The twisted words of devotion. Convoluted allure and bloodshed. This union falls, held together by surmise. Show me the way of this golden path.
As I look toward the horizons. Hearing the lament of ones before me. Ascertaining our lives, once wonders. Once impending doom lies in the air. . Draped in the void.
Feel the absence of his shadow. Language of the weak. Is all that you know. Believe in what in you want to hear. Short-sighted illusions are of constant delusions.