In times gone by our clans did battle
To the sounds of fear and the drummers rattle
When Mystical Maeve, she fought Cú Chulainn
And Rory the Red, he reigned our land
Heroes they were and legends they made
High Kings forget and legends fade
Our kingdoms bicker, our bright lights dim
Our people′s fate is a fickle whim
Heroes they were and legends they made
High Kings forget and legends fade
Our kingdoms bicker, our bright lights dim
Our people's fate is a fickle whim
Erin′s hero is needed once more
To rally her people
As in times before
To lead to victory
And see our land restored
To be the voice of those ignored
They rode horses through winds and hail
Crossed wide rivers where fairies wail
Some had pikes, swords, and spears
While others used their wits and jeers
Seeds were sown and stories told
Of spirits in forests and legends of old
Young blood runs deep and old hearts beat
Which one will win and take their seat
Seeds were sown and stories told
Of spirits in forests and legends of old
Young blood runs deep and old hearts beat
Which one will win and take their seat
Erin's hero is needed once more
To rally her people
As in times before
To lead to victory
And see our land restored
To be the voice of those ignored
Erin's hero is needed once more
For our Heart to choose as before
A hero born brave, unswayed by the waves
Fierce and bold, forever to hold
