Balor. I will rise up in the castles of singing,
The houses of feasting my trumpet shall hear.
The winds of the hills will come back with me bringing
The rouser of battle, the master of fear.
The houses of feasting my trumpet shall hear.
The winds of the hills will come back with me bringing
The rouser of battle, the master of fear.
I will rise up where the arrows are hailing,
In the hearts of the dying I will lie down.
In the houses of Morven new widows are wailing,
For men have remembered my ancient renown.
In the hearts of the dying I will lie down.
In the houses of Morven new widows are wailing,
For men have remembered my ancient renown.
Angus. Now the gods are wakened, now the world is old,
Now the lightnings flash above the rain,
Now the hymns are chanted, and the stories told,
For the ancient faith has come again.
Now the lightnings flash above the rain,
Now the hymns are chanted, and the stories told,
For the ancient faith has come again.
Now the world remembers, love is passed away,
Pity buried with forgotten things.
High among the mountains, low along the bay
Men are praying to the older kings.
Pity buried with forgotten things.
High among the mountains, low along the bay
Men are praying to the older kings.
Now the smoke of burning scents the western winds,
Now the victim bleeds upon the sod.
The gods are remembered in Morven of the hinds,
And men have forgotten God.
Now the victim bleeds upon the sod.
The gods are remembered in Morven of the hinds,
And men have forgotten God.
[All is quiet. Calum and Mairi come in.
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