"Long live Fergus!", they scream from the valley Searching the ranks for a king Moments of glory are all but forgotten They wait for tomorrow to bring Outcast and lonely since Connor was smitter The tribes of the Sesair lament Chaos abounds in the Land of the Young As the dark one prepares his descent Chaos abounding on the breeze Tangled and twisted in the trees Dark runes painted on his brow As the wretched scream out loud
Pa**ing the test of a tribesman and warrior Fergus Mac Roich stands alone Paintings that tell of his future misfortune Are cast on a canvas of stone Bathed in the Cauldron of Blood As the ritual knowledge is pa**ed through the gates Unholy secrets lie under the surface As silently father awaits Chaos abounding on the breeze Tangled and twisted in the trees Dark runes painted on his brow As the wretched scream out loud