A Cairn warrior dressed in his harness feeling fury and frenzy.
His silky top had blood stained gauze stretched
across his pecks.
His tartan had lines of symmetry running east and west.
An embellished shield with an iron face was embraced in
his left hand.
[Bridge - Eremon (Chieftain of Cairn):]
"I welcome thee, o' victorious, I'm skirmishing...at the lift!"
welcome thee, o' victorious, I'm skirmishing...by the dark!"
He rushed to feed the fire,
As honor gained him a home
He veered beyond the pyres,
The Son of Cairn sat enthroned.
An iron shield gaped toward the sky,
With oak wood and leather
Reprisal lead the way to his mind,
And so it did.
[Cairn Warrior's Question of Vindication:]
"C bhfuilimid ag dul
amarach?" ("Where are we marching tomorrow?")
[Chorus - Ioldnach:]
A shield with an iron face gapes towards the sky,
death of a man is never going to die.
A resolute falcon gawks back at the armor -
On the wing, yet on the lifting
[Repeat Bridge - Eremon (Chieftain of Cairn)]