Countess - Under The Sign Of The Celtic Cross

The druid slept under the oak A lone raven whispered evil words Called to Lugh lord of battle Followed the spear to hail & kill Hordes of Gog & Magog in the sky Under the sign into war we marched Filled the forests with blood of priests Defended our race with honour & pride Slaughtering disciples of holy lies Pain we never felt only hate Protecting our secret country in fury But too many liars came to our lands Facing defeat with unbowed heads For centuries the light of day they ruled But in the dark night Celtic rites prevailed Now the druid has awakened Lost sword found the raven flies again Sons of coldness & woods return Our ancestors will be avenged at last Again we march under the sign Once more soil will mix with blood Deny the preachers of love & peace Join the proud legions to hail & kill Days of darkness & evil await us In storms and rain we fight again Showing no mercy to cowards and traitors Out of chaos new order to arise Pure tribes will ride into glory again The millennium of light soon to fall The Celtic rites will now prevail forever