Split the sky asunder, a noble huntress of the clan
In your left hand raise a sword, in your right hand cast a spear
Summon all the thieves and bastards hiding in the woodland

krack their skulls in the cauldron for invading our front
Shadow fall, the hammer fall, the stone is placed above us all

We forge our weapons in the furnace
Soars height are like oak tree stumps
Tonight beg before me and I’ll heed your appeal

With your final words be grateful you die by Irish steel
Do not crawl before us,
Your fate has been revealed
The heavens would not desecrate their games with your admittance

Do not beg before me, I will not heed your appeal
With your final words be grateful you die by Irish steel
Do not beg before me, your fate has been revealed
Do not crawl before me, I will not heed your appeal

Son of flesh
I cast you out into exile forever hence
Flidais rides again
Flidais rides again

She is the forest, she is the rain
She is the huntress, she is the prey
She is the dusk and she is the dawn
She is the moon and she is the sun

See her bellow out
See her, see her bellow out in anger
See her raise the infant fawn
She is drawn by a cart of cervidae

She is here
She is gone
She is here
She is gone
She is gone