I walk my own path 
The whole world lies before me 
No longer in my heart do my demons dwell 
Upward I stand 
The weight cast from my shoulders 
Facing my foes placed where my devil's fell 
Cower before king of criminal, lady or whore - I will not 
Or otherworld spirits or gods, save one - I will not 
Mar is mise Bard an R? ach f?s R? an Bard - Fear my words 
Driven from halls of kings were we no places of shelter 
for us or na R? 
From place to place we were hunted down as the did - as 
they still do - steal our crown 
Flight of earls and wild geese rendered our craft 
obsolete. 
Working as Spailp?ns far underground dreading the day 
when we would be found. 
Banned and damned by Gael and Gall 
Joining the gods and the s?dhes at the mound 
In this land of dead souls full of greed who feel they 
have all - are not in need. 
But spat at am I in the land of the blind. 
Souls they lie rotting as carrion fly 
I pronounce my curse, a curse on you all 
Only a matter of time before the proud fall