Riding from the battle, wind in my face
Thunder crackling in the distance
Carrying the word of the High King's death

To his end, he lied a thousand times
For killing my family

His head placed on a stone
A flag for his treachery

And when the sun will shine on my lands
The light will be pure and true
When my kin return and live
Orghlaith will blossom proud and free

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