Fergus Mac Roich

"Long live Fergus!", they scream from the valley

Searching the ranks for a king

Moments of glory are all but forgotten

They wait for tomorrow to bring

Outcast and lonely since Connor was smitter

The tribes of the Sesair lament

Chaos abounds in the Land of the Young

As the dark one prepares his descent

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Chaos abounding on the breeze

Tangled and twisted in the trees

Dark runes painted on his brow

As the wretched scream out loud

Passing the test of a tribesman and warrior

Fergus Mac Roich stands alone

Paintings that tell of his future misfortune

Are cast on a canvas of stone

Bathed in the Cauldron of Blood

As the ritual knowledge is passed through the gates

Unholy secrets lie under the surface

As silently father awaits

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