Limb From Limb

Split the sky asunder
Noble huntress of the clan
In your left hand raise the sword
In your right hand cast the spear
Summon all the thieves and bastards
Hiding in the woodland

Crack thier skulls into the couldron
For invading our frontier
The shadows fall, the hammer falls
The stone is placed above us all

We forge our weapons in the furnace
Soar to heights like oak trees tall
Do not beg before me, I will not heed your appeal
With your final words be
Gratefull you died by Irish steel
Do not crawl before us, your fate has been revealed
The heavens would not desecrate thier gates with your admittance

Do not beg before me
I will not heed your appeal
With your final words
Be gratefull you died by Irish steel
Do not beg before me
Your fate has been revealed

Do not crawl before me
I'll 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