Limb From Limb - Protest The Hero

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 their skulls in the cauldron 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’ll not heed your appeal

With your final words be grateful you died by Irish steel

Do not crawl before us, your fate has been revealed

The heavens would not desecrate their gates with your admittance

Do not beg before me

I will not heed your appeal

With your final words be grateful 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…

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