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.
Lyrics in plain text format
