They move and labour to destroy the chains
Your saints have cast upon our memory.
Still in our hearts the ancient fires burn high,
And Balor, tempest-armoured, calls to us.
And you with gentle prayer and song adore
Your pitiful, sad-god the whole day long.
But in the echoing nights when none is by,
In the lone nights do they not burn you still?
Your saints have cast upon our memory.
Still in our hearts the ancient fires burn high,
And Balor, tempest-armoured, calls to us.
And you with gentle prayer and song adore
Your pitiful, sad-god the whole day long.
But in the echoing nights when none is by,
In the lone nights do they not burn you still?
Ian (dreamily). I do remember clamorous desires,
And lusts awaking in the frozen night,
White maidens dancing underneath the moon,
And the long roll and tumble of the waves.
And lusts awaking in the frozen night,
White maidens dancing underneath the moon,
And the long roll and tumble of the waves.
Calum. Ian, remember greater things than these,
The little baby god new-born on earth,
With soft lips sucking at his mother’s breast.
The little baby god new-born on earth,
With soft lips sucking at his mother’s breast.
Alastair. The sword of night has severed the gentle chains that bound you,
The lovely gods of darkness rise in your heart anew.
Beautiful gods and mighty, in dreams they stand around you,
Kneel down in dreams and worship as once you used to do.
The lovely gods of darkness rise in your heart anew.
Beautiful gods and mighty, in dreams they stand around you,
Kneel down in dreams and worship as once you used to do.
Ian. White maidens dancing underneath the moon,
And the fierce glow of battle on the hills,
And red, wet blood upon the slayer’s hands.
And the fierce glow of battle on the hills,
And red, wet blood upon the slayer’s hands.
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