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Manannán Lyrics

Mannanán questions Mongán:
How goes it on the bounds of my Western shores
since the arrogant "Emperor of the Gael"
has met his fate and heard his Bean ShÍdhe wail?
Such a death fitting
for granting gifts of gold
to the followers of the buachaill dé.
Elevating them to such haughty heights
that they do deny us our inheritance.

Mongáin replies:
His family be in ruins.
All save the spawn of Gormlaith,
a son of Ború. Who did die broken too.
How Ironic !
Rudderless be Éire's People.
Kings in Opposition all.
Their fall be at hand.
Soon will come their doom.
Mannanán to the Gael:
No one to lead you now, Muintir na nGael,
None shall, for you have turned your backs on the gods of your people.
Strife shall reek havoc across your lands (for a millennium),
and ye will stare into the very face of ye'er doom.
The Ollamh, File and Bard
are being driven from the courts of the kings,
by the followers of the young god whos strength is on the rise.
It is not so easy to turn your back on those who have kept ye safe -
solely for purchase of profit and power.
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