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Celtic barbarian, my fathers were druid

Ireland was their home, and they loved it and knew it

More than just mere mortals, we were born from an an order

of warrior swordsmen and sorcerous horseman

Our religion and culture have been stolen away

Destroyed by the christians of yesterday

They sent their emissaries speaking of love

Then killed my ancestors beneath the sky up above

Destroyed everything druid, and pagan and old

Nothing of our culture remains here to hold

They killed and they murdered and forced their beliefs

They cared nothing of mercy or the ones who would grieve

The Romans then British and more after that

Could not let us be, and would not let us have

Our own identity, that we built for so long

Now there remains not a temple, and nary a song

Barbarians all, they defined us as such

Somehow lesser than them, and did not matter much

But in books you can find that stories of the past

Tell of forests of druids, and pagans in masks

And a prosperous people, who were fierce but yet kind

5000 years of tradition is now lost in time

So I must remember, when answers I look to find

Their ways are deceiving, their god is not mine

And remember the blood of my fathers ran cold

When the christians descended on the mountains of old