Split the sky asunder
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A noble huntress of the clan
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In your left hand raise the sword, in your right hand cast the spear
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Summon all the theives and bastards hiding in the woodland
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Crack their skulls in the cauldron
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For invading our frontier,
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The shadows fall, the hammer falls
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The stone is placed above us all
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We forge our weapons in the furnace
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Soar to heights like oak trees tall
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Do not beg before me, I will not heed your appeal
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With your final words be grateful you die by Irish steel
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Do not crawl before us, your fate has been revealed
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The heavens would not desecrate their gates with your admittance
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Do not bleed before me, I will not heed your appeal
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With your final words be grateful you die by Irish steel
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Do not beg before me, your fate has been revealed
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Do not crawl before me, I will not heed your appeal
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Son of flesh, I cast you out into exile forever hence
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Flidais rides again
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Flidais rides again
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She is the forest, she is the rain
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She is the huntress, she is the...
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(She) is the dusk and (she) is the dawn
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(She) is the moon and (she) is the sun
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See her bellow out
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See her, see her bellow out in anger
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See her raise the infant fawn
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She is drawn by a cart of cervidae
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(She is) here
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(She is) gone
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(She is) here
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(She is) gone
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She is gone
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Limb From Limb
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| Protest The Hero |
