Waylander Honour Amongst Chaos 1. As the Deities Clash Lost within the dust of ages, naught but Mythic mist remain. Forsaken is the ancient wisdom, tossed aside, extinguished flame. The height of a hill was ablaze. Brighst beacons shone like the Sun. Colours, resplendent, as Deities Clash. Soft waves of a strong arm, imported through time. Diverse were the Titles bestowed upon their gods. (The) Pantheon of the Deities clash softly yet brief. My Gods, hear my call. My Gods, hear my cry. On the Plain of Maigh Tuire, out to the West An Otherwordly spiritual affray. (The) coming of bronze new mystical arts. Ascendance realigned, redefined. Tara Cruachan. Emain Macha. Beacons of an age born of Jron. The Goddess of Battle in triumph sating the Blood God's desire. Primordial need for Gods in the Sky psyche of mankind drawn to the Tribe. Who has the magic to invoke Faith, undiying loyalty never betrayed. 2. Walk with Honour I swear by the blade Drew my blood to the flame (Un)till the sky falls in May my Honour remain. Adorned with ancient symbols (Of) Mother Earth’s might Spirit Guards protecting (My) defence as I fight Walk with Honour as your only guide Will of Iron, forged in fire Crimson vows, freely sworn Pledge thy heart (and) blade to the Land. This spherical miracle for our lives do we owe Why then do we treat Mother Earth as our foe? Slow asphyxiation (as) the decades roll by De - forestation holes in the sky The scales now are weighted, ready to fall Peasant mentality, stagnating in thrall. Look safe to your own, the dark days draw near Hold fast to your valour, no regrets or fear. I hear noises on the wind Which bear no meaning I see Honour mocked By those of no import. If strength of will Is weakness, so be it Where dark clouds do assemble I am the Storm. 3. Beyond the Ninth Wave My spirit snaps, despair engulfs Like a bloody brooch, my shame is borne. When weakness called, I opened the door Betraying all (that) I once held so dear. Honour denied, I still cannot believe Banishment invoked, cast out to sea Beyond the ninth wave Cast adrift, exiled soul. Beyond the ninth wave Stripped of honour, stripped of Clan. Broken lands, Macha betrayed My Clan and my kin, they all bear my shame I give up my life to the God of the sea Mannanan Mc Lir my fate lies with thee Depart on the tide (as) banishment beckons Trice three years in torment I face. Darkest of days, stalking my stride, Resultant fall, all consuming pride. Great deeds, I now seek. Focus supreme. Redemption I crave, Mortality engaged. 4. Galloping Gaels Kick heels to ones haunches, adrenaline rising, Thundering lightning, tolling hard on your Reign. Rolling the gradients, heart and hoof beat as one, (Life’s) trial of endurance; Champion’s portion I claim. Quick to the fight, yet swiftly to love Questing the knowledge seems barely enough Which one is mighty, the pen or the Sword? (In) tandem assault, we seek our reward Onwards! I fear not my death, my soul will endure. Eternal flame burning with passion most pure Preserving Tradition through story and song Inscribed in memory, spiritual and strong. Galloping Gaels, Galloping Gaels, Abu! Abu! Galloping Gaels, Galloping Gaels Abu! abu! Galloping Gaels, Galloping Gaels Abu! Abu! Death casts it’s shadow in raven black Truth appears whiter, whiter than snow Thoughts carried forth on a swift wind Insight cuts sharper, sharper than steel. Leap like the salmon, with vigour and zest, Talents inherent the Gods did bequest, Strive to be heroes, create Legends anew. Ancestral reverence, olden ways renewed. 5. To Dine in the Otherworld Enchantment dwells still, Where the Oak, Ash and Thorn do thrive. A cold bead of sweat slithering, Dread touch ices my spine In the half light silhouettes shimmering Soft voices magnified on the breeze. What did I see, did my eyes deceive? Glowing visions, I hardly believe. Dark shrouded shadows distort what I can see An eruption of presence enveloping me (With) arrow true insight, emotions embraced Beat as one with the pulse of the Earth. To Dine in the Otherworld, realm of the Sidhe. To Dine in the Otherworld, to dine is never to leave To Dine in the Otherworld, abode of the shining ones To Dine in the Otherworld, to Dine is never to leave. To Dine in the Otherworld, earthly bonds unchained To Dine in the Otherworld, to dine is never to leave. Put aside all ego, all arrogance of man, Lest the beings of a higher plain, Involve you in their games. A fey and fickle people they, in the eyes of mortal man. Immortal understandings, beyond our space and time. Spawned from the mountains, the rivers and the vales, All pales to insignificance, (the) mortality of man. 6. Usurpers of Our Legacy With two tongues of silver, honeyed, sweetened with gold, Claim now, compensation, for the lies we’ve been sold, The mystery disperses, the myth falls away, Thus, ending the dark days, when the clergy held sway. Hearts and minds of the people Ensnared long ago. Strangers to the energies Which no longer flow. With tales of the trinity Convincingly told Demeaning our ways As heathen and bold The courts of the kings, a pulpit and a stage, Manipulation of a fractious land. Politicise, cast words of doubt, Fan the flames of discontent. Usurpers of our Legacy, Distorting Native lore, Import a creed unnatural onto our Emerald shore. Usurpers of our Legacy, demonising Ancient Gods Plagiarise our Festivals, Foulest of all frauds Usurpers of our Legacy, They’ll never keep us down. Rise up, now is the time, reclaim the Pagan crown. Rise up Pagan sons and daughters, Symbolic swords held to the sky, (With the) Sun God in ascendancy, (We) illuminate hypocrisy… AAAAAriiiiise!!! Gatherings don the centuries, In secret groves and vales Patiently awaiting, Revelations, come the Dawn. Beneath a flag of union, Butchers carved and they cleaved, carved and they cleaved, they carved, they cleaved The tongue torn from the Nation. The goddess she grieves, the land it doth bleed Eiriu she grieves. Eiriu she grieves, the land it doth bleed Eiriu she grieves. 7. Taker of Heads As I cut you down and claim, your empty Vessel as my prize, In ignorance, the question are my actions just or wise? Propaganda, force - fed, feel the need to feed the greed Parasites upon our Planet, frenzied as they feed, Black hearts, sickening smile, stylised Gods, utterly vile, Shadow seekers, lords of deceit, Currency their arsenal Wolves dressed as sheep. Spinning poisoned webs, alluring false comfort (The) people blinded by the facts they cannot see Ignorance, no longer, stays the execution Before I take your head, you will kneel to me. Takers of heads, decapitating sneer Takers of heads, emanating total fear Takers of heads, conquering the soul Takers of heads, insatiable desire. Your head, my trophy Hanging high above my door Skulls of enemy fallen Strewn across the floor Ever ready, ever willing To heed the material call March to the contest willing, Another dance of death. Ghastly ghoulish visions A sea of severed heads Bright blood dripping darkly Pooled upon the crimson sod. 8. Elemental Chaos Elemental Chaos, beg upon your knees, Crushing resolve relentlessly, Mankind, will reap the bitter seed, Elemental chaos I foresee………….. Hear the Earth God rumble with rage (The) cruel whip of the wind devours all Seas rising to touch the sky Nature, consumed by fire Like weeds they’ve cut the woodlands down Terminal, our Planet’s disease Accelerating cycles, that turn. Air, sod, flame and tide. Ignore the signs, embrace death Kiss all, of your futures, goodbye… The web of life is frozen Silent victim for the Sun The ice kingdom is melting Drowning the hopes of man. Splintering trees shock the silence Echoes of doom in eternal winter. No Gods of mortal man here do dwell, Their frozen bones don snow white blankets. Peasants, blinded blissfully Maggots on our dying world. 9. Brú Na Bóinne Why can’t we comprehend the mysteries, of sun and star and stone? Shout it out from the Hilltops, Proclaim it on the plains, The Ancient Gods will never die, whilst we invoke their names.