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- Folk Metal / Ireland
To Moytura We Return
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,
in body and spirit their weakness grew,
as though their battle was in vain,
this can´t go on the people knew.
Dagda, All father, once God and provider,
fell into disgrace with the king.
The food he recieved would not feed a spider.
-The best pieces, Cridinbel would win.
Aengus was shoked by the state of his father,
"Crindinbel must die", He did say.
He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter,
Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day.
Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream,
his hand was forged by the gods,
water was brought from the healing stream,
"You will be king?". -He nods.
Breas journied to the Fomor lands.
And met his Fomorian father.
They held each other in their hands,
their kinship would stay hereafter.
The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada,
the greatest hero of the Tuatha De,
The Fomor arrived for their early tax,
these savages Il-Dana did slay.
Balor declared war and sent his tribes,
Nuada prepared as did the scribes
Samhain approached and tensions were high,
Dagda went to the Fomor spy.
Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion
the Il-Dana won this first battle occasion.
Back to Moytura the De Danann returned,
they set up camp and the pagan fires burned,
the first day of battle was a mighty event,
druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent.
A great clash of shields,
cries of was frenzy,
blood fell on fields,
each warrior the enemy.
Nuada killed Indech,
the king of the Fomor,
the worm god was unleashed
with a taste for war.
Nuada raised his sword of light,
against the mighty Cromcruach,
Balor caught uhim in his sight,
Nuada died a hero´s death.
But Balor to the ground was cast,
Il-Dana was the new high king,
De Danann heroes won at last,
never again to laugh and sing.
The Voyage Of Bran
Bran walked alone to ease his mind,
To reflect on life and love.
Sweet music he heard come from behind,
And from the sky above.
So sweet was the tune that he fell asleep,
Then awoke with a terrible fright.
In the distance he heard a women weep,
Drew his sword and held it tight.
He saw on the ground a silver branch,
Adorned with small whit flowers.
He took the wand and returned to his home,
He was absent for many hours.
His royal friends were gathered there,
When a woman appeared in their midst.
She calmed the host and sung to Bran,
Of a land of beauty and myth.
"I brought you the branch of Emain,
as a token of my desire.
Journey forth to the land of women,
Of solitude they do tire."
"No slandering will you find there,
nor treachery will you see.
I ask you now to plan and prepare,
For your voyage across the sea."
The fallowing day Bran sailed to the West,
With a host of men by his side.
Two days and night upon the sea,
Only the stars to act as their guide.
From out of the west a chariot came,
Bearing Manannan - son of Lir.
Bran learned that he will find glory and fame,
And the land he is seeking is near.
After some time they discovered the land,
A host of women stood on the shore.
Bran covered his face and raised a hand,
He was reluctant to go ashore.
The chief of women cast a single thread,
That pierced the hand of Bran.
Despite this act Bran felt no dread,
As his boat was pulled to shore.
His men paired off with the women there,
And Bran stayed with their chief.
The passage of time was hidden from them,
They believed their time was brief.
For what seemed like only just one year,
Was really centuries more.
They passed their time with joy and cheer,
As their journey became folklore.
A longing then came to all the men,
And they planned to return to their land.
The women were loath to let them go,
And issued the following command -
"Walk ye not on the land of Eirann,
To do so will bring your demise.
Go forth and quell your longing,
Then return to our western skies."
The men arrived at Eirann´s shore,
And were greeted by a great host.
They heard of Bran from ancient lore,
And thought he no more than a ghost.
A soldier of bran then leapt ashore,
But instantly turned to dust.
Bran decided to leave once more,
To return to the women of lust!
To Invoke The Horned God
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,
sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way,
lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day".
the Horned God is our nature deity,
yet modern man would from his presence flee.
"Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night,
men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light,
open the door, the door that hath no key,
the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee".
Sheperd of goats, O answer unto me!
The summerlands is where we shall meet thee.
To invoke thee...
The Horned God.