As The Deities Clash
Lost within the dust of ages
Naught but Mythic mist remain
Forsaken is the ancient wisdom
Tossed aside, extinguished flame
The height of a hill was ablaze
Brighst beacons shone like the Sun
Colours, resplendent
As Deities Clash
Soft waves of a strong arm, imported through time
Diverse were the Titles bestowed upon their gods
(The) Pantheon of the Deities clash softly yet brief
My Gods, hear my call
My Gods, hear my cry
On the Plain of Maigh Tuire, out to the West
An Otherwordly spiritual affray
(The) coming of bronze new mystical arts
Ascendance realigned, redefined
Tara Cruachan. Emain Macha
Beacons of an age born of Jron
The Goddess of Battle in triumph
Sating the Blood God's desire
Primordial need for Gods in the Sky
Psyche of mankind drawn to the Tribe
Who has the magic to invoke Faith
Undiying loyalty never betrayed
