Knockdoe

Knockdoe!
The slaughter field
A bloodied sky
Where Gaels die

Upon the hill
The hill of axes
Armies stand
United clans

Gallowglass
Axe in hand
Charging forth
Through arrow's rain

Armies clash
Hellish screams
Tearing flesh
Countless death

Now the cairns are stacked
High upon the hill
Now the land has changed
Gone the Gaelic age

Now the old ways die
And gods fall the heel
Now the days turn grey
Gone the way of Celts