Children Of The Ancient Oak

Beneath the cold mist of the green hills
Where the wind whispers names from beyond
On the stones erected by the ancient druids
Echoes the voice of those who never fell

The fire dances in sacred circles
Runes gleam on the ground of moss and faith
Swords sleep in enchanted lakes
Awaiting the hand worthy to lift them

Hear the raven's call in the sky
It carries secrets of ancestral time
The blood of the earth runs in us
We are heirs of the spiritual world

We are children of the ancient oak
Of the full Moon and the summer Sun
We carry magic in our spirit
And living legends in our hearts

Among fairies, gods, and warriors
Our story no one has erased
From the veil between worlds we were born
Celtic mythology we are those who remained

Brigid ignites the flame of creation
Lugh brings light on the tip of his spear
Cernunnos guards the forest and the land
While the people dance in trance and hope

Potions made of herbs and stars
Cauldrons that will never empty
Death is only a bridge between spheres
For the soul will always return

When the drum of war sounds
And the shield meets the thunder
We fight not only for lands
But for the honor of tradition

We are children of the ancient oak
Of the full Moon and the summer Sun
We carry magic in our spirit
And living legends in our hearts

Among fairies, gods and warriors
Our history no one has erased
From the veil between worlds we were born
Celtic mythology we are those who remained

If the veil between worlds opens
Fear not what you will see emerge
Ancestors sing together with the wind
Guarding the cycle of eternal rebirth

We are children of the ancient oak
Of iron, song, and ritual
As long as memory and myth exist
The Celtic people will be immortal