Deoraíocht
Contributed by
ArdRi79
on
Wednesday, 11th January 2006 @ 11:18:02 AM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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Deoraíocht
In the wastleand,
The wolves howl again,
In the hearts of the fian band,
no cowards among them,
Generations passing,
For the time moves slow,
Finn Mac Cumhal is waiting,
for Gaelic strength to grow,
Truth unfailing,
is lost in the wasteland,
it sets the innocent wailing,
and brings infertility to the land,
The Fian outcast,
In Eire our own soil,
In our faces the wind blasts,
With Unbound hair we toil,
Deoraíocht,
Shamed by desecration,
The legends lie untaught,
honor given away by our nation,
In the wasteland,
With Truth on tongues,
Strength in our hands,
the time of rebirth has begun,
We Nurture the oakseed,
and Rise to defend,
brace the faltering heart in need,
til we can raise a shout of victory again,
Over all Eireann,
and fertility to our lands restored,
put an end to this draconian Eire,
and the liminal places are preserved.

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