歌词：Protest The Hero. Limb From Limb.

Split the sky asunder
A noble huntress of the clan
In your left hand raise a sword, in your right hand cast a spear
Summon all the things that bastards (hiding in the woodland)

Crack their skulls in the cauldron
For invading our front and,
She?ll stop the hammer fall
Just know this place could burn us all

We forge our weapons in the furnace
So our eyes like oak tree's stump

(Tonight) beg before me and I?ll heed your appeal
With your final words be grateful you die by Irish steel
Do not crawl before us, your fate has been revealed
The heavens would not desecrate their names with your admittance
Do not bleed before me, I will not heed your appeal
With your final words be grateful you die by Irish steel
Do not beg before me, your fate has been revealed
Do not crawl before me, I will not heed your appeal

Son of flesh
I cast you out into exile for reverence
Flidais rides again
Flidais rides again

She is the forest, she is the rain
She is the huntress, she is the..
(She) is the dusk and (she) is the dawn
(She) is the moon and (she) is the sun

See her bellow out
See her, see her bellow out in anger
See her raise the infant fawn
She is drawn by a God of sovereignty

(She is) here
(She is) gone
(She is) here
(She is) gone
She is gone