• a madness lost in a night at sea
    a price in lives the church can seek
    the lives of my dear people
    the celts are no witches
    we are pagans a people
    no harm shal we bring
    no pain do we seek
    only balance we reap
    what karma brought them here
    Britanian hunns
    roman bishopes
    why do they hunt us down
    they threatan us
    they beat us
    all because their god we will not follow
    what pain must we feel
    to satiate their greed
    what more of or selves
    what majority of our people shal rest
    beneath the dear goddess moon
    her waves to wash our dead flesh
    what of the gods sun
    must bake us in our graves
    will we survive
    will we remember
    or will they destroy us all