OMNOS
Immi daga uimpi geneta,
lana beððos et' iouintutos.
Blatus ceti, cantla carami.
Aia gnata uimpi iouinca,
pid in cete tu toue suoine,
pid uregisi peli doniobi?
Aia gnata uimpi iouinca,
pid in cete tu toue suoine
Aia mape coime, adrete!
In blatugabagli uorete,
cante snon celiIui in cete!
Vrit- me lindos dubnon -piseti
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N'immi mapos, immi drucocu.
In cetobi selgin agumi,
selgin blatos tou' iouintutos.
Nu, uoregon, cu, uorigamos,
lamman, cu, suuercin lingamos,
indui uelui cantla canamos!
N'immi mapos, immi drucocu.
In cetobi selgin agumi,
Ne moi iantus gnaton uorega,
iantus drucocunos uoregon,
cante toi in medie cete.
Vrit- me lindos dubnon -piseti
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Cu allate, papon sod urege,
eððiIo de iantu in cridie.
VediIumi: cante moi uosta!
Ne, a gnata, cante t' usstami,
ne uostami, ne te carami.
Ne carami, nec carasumi.
Boua daga uimpi geneta.
Immi trouga, lana nariIas.
Vrit- me lindos dubnon -piseti.
Vrit- me lindos dubnon -piseti.
THOUSANDFOLD
Sprinkled by the trappings
Of words that make the outlines
Blur on the showplace that made history
The folk is willed
To parrot the dished up tale
The lure of a higher meaning
Cheat, you had to create
An enemy stereotype
To retrieve your absolution
A forthy poor excuse for your foray
To disengage from the deeps
of your encumbrance
Behold
All our gold
Thousandfold
Bereave me!
Declined
Truths ensign
Forever mine!
Bereave me!
March in with ten legions
Whilst the crucial weapon's not he pillum
But the feather held in your hand
Penned in blood
Your tall tales rule the forum
Altering it into the battlefield
I, the spectral guise
Evoking these baring fears
Pestering your conscript fathers
I smile at my demise and while I die
I cherish the roots of my perseverance
THE CALL OF THE MOUNTAINS
Against the waves, with our swords in our hands
Against the sea, with our backs to the walls
Against distress, in the presence of our enemies
Against the storms, roaring at our faces
A cry rang out throughout the skies
A beckon, the flight of the cranes
The call of the mountains
The call of the Alps
The call home
The tune in our hearts
The song of the mountains
What's that stir, so blatant in our sallying hearts?
What's that urge, that lifted up our longing eyes?
What's that ring, echoing from the leaden skies?
What's that augur, resounding from the lyre's strings?
A cry rang on in the sibilant winds
A behest, the outcry of the cranes
INIS MONA
Welcome to the land of questions
Welcome to the isle of lore
Where the veil came crumbling down
There it all began,
The germination
Unveiling a cryptic door
There it was revealed
Hopes and aspirations
Unclosing an enthralled door
Escalate the sense
Enhancing to join the dawn
I close my eyes, Inis Mona
And reminisce of those palmy days
I moon o'er you, Inis Mona
As long as I breathe
I'll call you my home
20 years I have walked your barrows
Years of emulous youth
I followed the path of the wise
There it all was sown
The inspiration
Removing the seven seals
There it was revealed
Enigma of freedom
Unclosing an unseen door
KING
I, high king
Sovereign and servant
Holder of divine
Regality bestowed
In the Omphalos grove
My kingship
The song of the gods
Thou shalt know me by my fruits
The abundance in which we grew
The signs and wonders at our feet
Which the flight of the crows revealed
I am the crown of Gallia
I am the oak in the nemeton
I am the servant of Antumnos’ children
I am the will of our gods
Ambicatus is my name
My chosen set forth to conquer
Kindling beacons
My kingdom prospered and grew
Thou shalt know me by my fruits
From the Hercynan forests
To beyond the sky-scraping Alps
To which the flight of the crows led us
I am the crown of Gallia
I am the oak in the nemeton
I am the servant of Antumnos’ children
I am the will of our gods
I am the crown of Gallia
I am the oak in the nemeton
I am the servant of Antumnos’ children
I am the will of our gods
Ambicatus is my name
A ROSE FOR EPONA
Do you feel the thorns?
Do you see the tears?
Do you see the blood shed in this fell war?
Have you forsaken us?
Have you forgotten our faithful men calling your name?
While I stand before you
While we perish
While I lay down a crimson rose
While holding hands
Are forced apart
While hopes bog like condemned men
Were you there?
The sky is falling on me
As your hand's turning old and weak
I'm giving myself up to thee
A futile sacrifice gone sere
In your nemeton
These grey stone walls
Are cold and silent
As the fallen
Mother gone deaf
Mistress of shattered hopes
And forever broken dreams
Were you there?
The sky is falling on me
As your hand's turning old and weak
I'm giving myself up to thee
A futile sacrifice gone sere
Epo, epo why hast thou forsaken me?
Together we go unsung
Into thy hand I commend my spirit
Together we go down with our people
Were you there? Were you there?
The sky is falling on me
As your hand's turning old and weak
I'm giving myself up to thee
A futile sacrifice gone sere
Falling on me...