[Lyrical Obscurity: Equitant & Proscriptor, Voices: Proscriptor & Shaftiel]
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[Bass: Shaftiel]
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Outside the winter zephyr,
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When fables of sabers were strong.
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"...For thou hast said in our hearts..."
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"...From Celtic flames, we are born."
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The Sky Clad flocks a carnal war,
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So invoke their heartless cries.
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"Crom Croich's at our side."
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"He's made of gold, so shall we ride?"
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From the mounts of Antrim,
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Towards the glens of Visnech.
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"...For thou has said in our hearts..."
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"...From Celtic flames, we are born."
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Any who live alone,
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Long onlt for mercy.
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"Proud, young men will die!"
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"Fir Bolg rides the half light!"
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"WE HAVE ARRIVED AT THE STONE OF DESTINY (Tara)."
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"WE HAVE REACHED THE PERDITION OF IBID (Cythraul)."
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"We comprehend the Lar of the Folk."
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"Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir."
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"We solemnize the last of the Druids."
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"Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir."
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FALIAS!
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MURIAS!
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[Leads: Shaftiel]
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[Lead: Ifernain]
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The passage is clear when Epona rides
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She reaps through cloudbursts of rain that sighs
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The course is laid when Sky Clad rides
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Ler is watching -
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"Proud, young men will die!"
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"We apprehend these thoughts: {Fea Nemon}."
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"Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir."
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"We shall live forever in the land of Inisfail."
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"Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir."
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MURIAS!
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FALIAS!
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[MI LUNASA/AUGUST, 1995]
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...Of Celtic Fire, We Are Born
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| Absu |
