Outlaw, Exile of Atlantis
My tribesmen turned on me
They said, I could slay in war
but not in mercy
They tied a girl to a stake to be burned alive
My dagger found her heart mercifully she died
I fled
The Norms weave grief and defeat
For Odin's sons, invaders from the sea
The standards are flying of high King brian
None can stand before the hosts of the irish lion
Years of torment the irish lament t
When omens of all portant come to be
and the ancient ones rise up from the sea
and the winged one comes forth from the moon
The one will appear whose heart knows no fear
When those who dream in Ryleh d
King of the Race without a name
galloping hard across the moor
Past great menhirs to hells door
Seeking the witch down Dagons moor
In my mind's eye, I watch my people die
scattered like chaff in the s
I walked into a blackened room all eyes ablaze
upon me
I felt a frost chill tear up my spine as the
child gazed upon me
Pulled out into the abyss voices calling me
Falling out into the abyss brought thi
For victory and glory we follow the legend
He who bears the mark of Kane
Steel sinews grasp the blood drenched steel
Wild flies his red mane
Sunrise bleeds the dawn
His legions charge on and on
Assau
