Mealltach

Drifting in dreams of memory past
 To pray to never wake
 Or return to spiritless cages
 That held me once before
 So mant seasons I've seen
 A heart as winter's cold...
 To melt in a summer's passion
 To forge a new things that have grown so old 

My Gods need me now
 I've sheltered beneath their sky
 My life I would willingly give
 For their return, it is but an honour to die 

Seasons come and go Children grow to die
 Kings may come
 And Kings may go 

But our Gods shall rule the sky