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
