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