On this bloodstained land
I will make my stand
And my honour will defend

Ferdia oh, my friend
This will be the end
When this spear will leave my hand

Fight with me!
Choose your weapon today!
Let it be all or any, today you're both brother and prey

Draw your sword!
Cast your spear to me!
Ferdia! Come face your brother
Come face the Hound of Cullan!

I care not whether I die
tomorrow or next year
If my deeds live after me

My soul dies here with you
Brother, see you
In Tir nan nOg
My spear pierces your heart, and strikes mine twice as hard
Today, there will be no victory

Yet again, my brother
My hands are covered in your blood
This time not heal your wounds

Fate wanted us to live as brothers
And die as foes
Woe onto ?ireann, for the greatest of warriors has fallen

7 times a hundred roman souls
46 centurions slain on Gergovia's hill
700 skulls to celebrate the gods
As they bless the name of Vercingetorix

The eagle spreading his wings
Has darkened our sun
Our forage destroyed
Our crop is watered in blood
Legions invincible march of Gaul
One by one tribes are paying the toll
I heard of a hero who would stop all of this
And reign over Gaul as a king
I heard of a man who will triumph over Rome
Vercingetorix

Caesar entrenched camp outside their fort
And captured a high hill from where he laid siege
Centurions advanced
To ensure the Gauls have surrendered
Legions invincible launch the attack
One by one tribes pay the toll
Oblivious of what's hidden within the walls
Gergovia the glorious had a new king
Hailing their leader the Gauls shouted loud: Vercingetorix

Caesar roared as the legions charged
Ordering to retreat - recedite!!
Blinded by blood thirst his army attacked
and ignored his command
Crying for victory marching to death
Hailing "Caesar, Caesar!" to their last breath

Sword at side or pen to write
Our weapon in our heart more than in our hand

To fall in the line or stand back to sing
We witnessed the glory of many heroes' end

We've marched aside the greatest of all
Whoever that is only the soul can tell
We sang for those who could never rest
The Days of High Adventure
In our chests, will never end

Aeons long gone and places unseen...
Our life is lost between what will be and what has been

Commanding a fleet or sounding a charge
Our souls will fill with ecstasy when we draw our swords

We'll never forget when we reigned on Aquilonia
Or fought aside the Albino Prince
Wear the Ring, Ride the Dragon, draw the Sword out of the Stone
And blow your last breath into the Horn!

We've always been there
We are the Riders of Doom
One fate: Sword and Shield
In Days of High Adventure
We are born to die on the battlefield

Horns in the distance, resound through the air
The trebuchet's shape standst tall
Attack is imminent, but I have no fear
I won't be dethroned

As in 1282, when flames reached the sky,
I am ready again to swing my axe
And sound the horn to charge the besiegers
The hunters are hunted again

I am born a king and will die a king
The blade of my axe is my witness
The deceivers' blood paved my way to the throne
Now I am here to stay!

God's fire of hate and destruction is here to kill,
But I shall triumph once again by the steel of my axe!

I sharpened my blade for all these years
Waiting to take my revenge
The heads of those who tried to dethrone me
Will taste the cold steel, and then roll

I took my path, my decisions are made
I now cheer with blood in my horn
I reign my kingdom, your only choice to obey
Speak to my axe then to me

I am born a king and will die a king
The blade of my axe is my witness
Deceivers' blood paves my way to the throne
I am here to stay!

God's fire of hate and destruction is here to kill
I shall triumph once again by the steel of my axe!

I hail this land, my kingdom again
No mercy for the deceivers
Axe at my side, my reign is of steel
As of steel is my pride

Through the tales
The legend lived
A Sword of Salvation

At the side of
The greatest kings
Brought Hope and Destruction

A light that shone
Of ancient strength,
Arose from the Earth

From green misty hills
To swing in frostbitten lands
Forged by the Gods
The Sword that was made for Man

Caladvwlch, bring us all to Victory!
Blade of Doom, ruler of Man's Destiny!
I chant your countless names:
Sword of Light, Sword of Doom

Caladcholg
The rainbow beam
Connacht's Defender

Caliburn
Cymric Heir
Of the best of Cireann

A golden hilt
For a silver hand
Who ruled the first reign

Crusher of Evil
Its power will one day return
When the white lord is vanquished
The fire of our faith will burn

Caladvwlch, bring us all to victory!
Blae of Doom, ruler of Man's Destiny!
I chant your countless names:
Sword of Light, Sword of Doom

Upon this twisted land
And consecrated by the Gods' touch
I shall create the cult of myself
Where the sky and earth and divine fire are one
I shall create my Thundercult

May the sensation of the Thunder
Descend onto me
I am thunder, I am divine
I am the thundercult

May the thunder be in my hand
In my chest and my voice
May I be a living Thundercult

May the sensation of the thunder
Descend onto me
I am thunder, I am divine
I am the thundercult

This way the sentence from above
Shall manifest itself
Thus the cult was consecrated
The Throne of Thunder is mine

Head toward the island
On its shores we saw a cross
Priests of the new white god
Who want to replace our pagan faith
Approach to a silent land,
On which holy chants resound
Give them a dreadful lesson
The Raven flies over the Dove

May I die in Odin's name, the monks shall be tortured and slain
This is now land of the greatest of all
May I kill in Odin's name
No crosses and churches shall stand against our sky

Guide me Odin,
Guide me, I'll leave this land burning for you
Guide the faithful to the end.

Lay me on a board,
Bring me to the priest
Let me enter the temple
Of the White Lord of the Heavens
Let me avenge my faters
By holding this priest's head
Go forth now my warriors
And burn this town to the ground

May I die in Odin's name, the monks shall be tortured and slain
This is now land of the greatest of all
May I kill in Odin's name
No crosses and churches shall stand against our sky

Guide me Odin,
Guide me, I'll leave this land burning for you
Guide the faithful to the end

At the feet of the mountains
On this hills of ancient pride
I lay my eyes on the endless lake

And still I can hear the stories that it spake...
Of a folk that tried its steel
And found death on the battlefield

Once glorious! Once mine!
These hills are no longer alive
With the spirit of this valiant Tribe

Wirdomar made the final stand
The wolf breastfed descendants
save by crying geese

thereafter shadowed this wooden land
Our valleys witnessed no kings since
the day Lugh hid in the lakes

Once glorious! Once mine!
These hills are no longer alive
With the spirit of this valiant Tribe

From my infinite journey I, at last, return
To my native lands, of the ancient gods of old

Under a boulder I found the legendary great horn
The moment is here to fight for the harp of gold

Warriors,
From all of the nation come to answer the call!
Warriors,
The moment of truth is here, the nation calls!

Its magical power I will release onto the land
And summon the army at my father's command

Foes as black as bog oak and brown as wet sand
The nation arises once again, a proud last stand

Warriors,
From all of the nation come to answer the call!
Warriors,
The moment of truth is here, the nation calls!

And what I thought was destined to remain a memory
Before my eyes became splendid truth

All the heroes of the tales of old are now gathered
By the sound of the Great Horn