1. Gaelsong

Voice of the land rises in the mist
shrouded mountain sides lift
the very floor of heaven aloft
drum beats echo across the lochs

skies made with sheets of slate
lay over rocky costal breaks
stunding silhouettes of stone mark
the dawn of the celtic heart

in the barbarian isles, celtic tribes arose
the gael in the northwestern shores, built his gallic home

a society ancient with order
defended with passion, the gallic border
against the hordes of roman legionaries
to viking ships and dragon terror


instrumental- chi mi na mor-bheanna
[i see the mist covered mountains]


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