barrow within me, speak 
sidh soul that lies in wait
awaken knowledge lost 

sing songs of great deeds and wisdom 
cry for battle in the old tongue 

your story has lain hidden too long locked behind our shame 
stand proud and be remembered

wondrous were the days of Tuatha de Danaan
in pursuit of peace and understanding 
secrets revealed themselves at your whim 
laws bent to your need 

brutality was a force unknown 
when it washed upon your shores 

in the heart of our enemy, desires long denied 
played their ally - 
the battlefield within more deadly 
than blood soaked soil

'one or the other', you believed 
no shield against these temptations 
you shed wisdom's cloak to run wild like the sons of Mil 

we lost you 

there was another choice…
to teach -- to change

awaken --
we will learn again
rebuild the beauty of truth 

barrow within me, answer 
I plead with my sidh soul 

return the old tales to us 

that peace might once more reside 
where it once held court 

In Eire -- where it once held sway 
in our hearts

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