Foretold, the three blest fires Burning in the darkness Forebode, the arrival Of the ones in distress Ailing yet proud The children of Antumnos Foregone, the raving flight Of the black harbingers
From the north they came once been in chains They have cast off their crushing yoke And they will be a beacon of light To the glory of the ancient one
Here on the raven hill The monument was built None shall ever forget And the sacrifice no one shall regret
Foretold, the arrival Of Lugus' kingly ravens Foregone The unleashing of the awen Shining now, but forlorn once Is the noble daughter of the sun For all eyes to see behold 'Tis ogmios' august legacy
None shall ever forget And the sacrifice no one shall regret