Escape into the yews ...heywar
For the elder comes with blade
ill intention sick brain blister
He'll kill you like giestrandag hunt
Lugh oh take ration take heed
Push on despite hounds and fear
despite the threat against your life
follow through thickets of wudu
Lugh escape through the yews ... Heywar
For your grandfather comes unsheathed
He comes disgruntled and sharpened
altered like this twisted thistle solstice
Bring that sagol wittled from the hornbeam
The root bumps will send him endless sleep
his fallow shadowed by holt let fold back into silence
the shadow be his farewell and your kingdom whole
Oh Lugh OH!
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