On the 12th Night we return
From the snowy battlefields
Under the ground in the cold
Caves of Sorcery
Our swords have choked
In the enemy's blood
Celtic pride lies down
In the valleys of spellcraft
The foul enemies
Are marching in hordes
To the dense woods of gallows
For the generous sacrifice
To the Horned Cenn Croih - Their doomed damnation
To the Horned Cenn Croih - Their doomed damnation!
Where witches' cauldrons
Are smoking with drowsy mist
Of poisonous rampage
Thunder-bells are striking from the lead lower heaven
Ashes from bones and skulls
To the fields of the cemeteries
In the 12th Night we return
From the snowy battlefields
Under the ground in the cold
Caves of Sorcery
Our swords have choked
In the enemy's blood
Celtic pride lies down
In the valleys of spellcraft
The Ancient War of Knights