We who are old yet fair of face,
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Thousands of years this world did grace,
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Beneath the earth away from men,
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Our Middle Kingdom it lies hidden.
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With sword in hand and our shields by our sides,
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We march in hoards we will never subside.
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Our DU Danann form has passed with time,
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But still we love music and still we love wine.
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We are of the forest, we are of the earth,
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Our heads full of knowledge our ways full of mirth.
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We know all the answers to questions unasked,
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We live in the light with no fear of the dark.
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It must be said we have dark evil breeds,
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Who plague mankind with their mischievous deeds,
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The Phooka, the Merrow, the wailing Bean-shee,
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Are hideous creatures as dark as can be.
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Avoid the lone thorn tree that grows in the field,
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Do not cut it down with the axe that you wield,
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It coarses magic from branch to root,
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And woe to he who eats its fruit.
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Of itself the tree did grow,
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From faerie magic cast long ago,
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Therefore we bid you to let it stand,
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Ill fortune to those who ignore our command.
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"We who are old, we are revered, born of the earth, immortal and feared"
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In the dead of night see us dance on the hills,
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On fiddles and flutes we play jigs and reels.
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The sky is ablaze with a myriad of light,
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Our faerie music is heard through the night.
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We who are old yet fair of face,
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Thousands of years this world did grace,
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But modern man and his cynical ways,
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Are bringing us to the end of our days.
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The Middle Kingdom
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| Cruachan |
