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A metal cry breaks out
A tune for the gods of war
When suddenly out from the light
A castle made of dreams
On mound of Tara it stands
A druidic concept
In luciferian times
In a circle
We're granted an escape
Out of this night

Of soothsayers,
Immortals and might
We triumph
And extinguish the light
And the fortress made of trees
Will fulfill our longings and needs

The sunrise will never appear
To take away the endless night
Our forefathers blood
Spilled for nothing
As if unbeknownst
To our true druidic might

Of soothsayers,
Immortals and might
We triumph
And extinguish the light
And the fortress made of trees
Will fulfill our longings and needs

The sunrise will never appear
To take away the endless night
Our forefathers blood
Spilled for nothing
As if unbeknownst
To our true druidic might

Castle of Oak
Hill of Tara
Pillar of destiny

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