Still it lingers, the stench of famine And the sorrow of Celts remains A land in ruin, cut down from the blight And the weight of guilt to have lived Ashamed of life, devoid of hope We walk alone on scattered bones Our fallen kin, with stolen souls Dead and nameless they lay An Gorta Mór Robbed of life A great unrest Buried by time An Gorta...Learn More

There is a fading light Upon the valleys and rivers A whisper of hope A desperate plea of life Beneath a falling sky Upon great mountains of old A soil of rot And a land of blight Cut down in the land we call home Starved and left to die here alone Hunger thrives in the absence of hope Death waits upon these shores A dying land There is an...Learn More

Never ends The tales of loss Always still Death is near Kingdoms grow Then fall to dust Sweeping snow Beats on stone And still it holds The endless sorrow I lie in wait For the pain to end I scour the fields Where my kin lay dead I watch the stars And see them fade I roam the forest And speak with ghosts How Celts have suffered And known no...Learn More

The darkest hour, where fields reap blight The endless hunger, and blackened skies A land of rot, where children wither And mother’s weep, a countless sorrow Hearts grow faint And hope decays The failure of a God The plough drags on the bones of the fallen The blood seeps to the soil of poison Scorned wretches of what used to be human Pale faces...Learn More

Connla, child of Cuchulain Born to Aoife, of beauty and steel Spawned from battle, his cruel fate awaits From the land of Gods Connla made haste Down to Ulster Where his father awaits Cursed with gaesa, three which were laid When his journey begins, never shall he return No challenge shall be refused, to no man shall he give his true name When...Learn More