Where the Serpent Rises

Beneath the hills, where rivers shine, Through endless fields of oak and pine, The warriors rise, the spears align, To shield the land that once was mine. The serpent wakes in silver light, her fangs of steel, her eyes so bright. Fialla Nathrach take their stand, With blade and bow, we guard this land! »Onoír thar Ór« we cry, Storms may rage, but we stand high! Fialla Nathrach take their stand, With blade and bow, we guard this land! »Onoír thar Ór« we cry, Storms may rage, but we stand high! Through rolling hills and ocean wide, Erainn’s fire shall never die! The galloping hooves, the clash of swords, The guiding winds, where Nathir guards. Galloglachta, shield in hand, Like rooted oaks, we make our stand! The Wise Women weave the winds of fate, The earth still sings, though time won’t wait. Ban Uídeas speak through fire and stone, Their voices whisper, soft yet strong. »Onoír thar Ór« we cry in might, In the name of Nathir, we fight, With steel in hand and hearts so true, We march for the land we’re bound to. »Onoír thar Ór« we cry, Storms may rage, but we stand high! Through battle’s fire, through darkest night, Erainn’s warriors burn so bright! Through mist and shadow, still we ride, Erainn’s spirit, strong with pride. [Text: ChatGPT + Amhairgin – Musik: Suno – Idee + Konzeption: Amhairgin – www.coraniaid.de]