Beyond the Aran Islands, ghosts of the long forgotten heroes Come thundering down the starry velvet sky They scream their wild frustrations to the endless listening spaces And the stormy ocean breakers rolling by Chorus: And the poet sadly sings his song of bitter lamentation And the warrior hosts take up the bitter wail It echoes down the misty halls of countless generations They mourn the ceaseless raping of the Gael The mighty hordes are bowed with grief to see the devastation The glory is all gone they had of old A noble race betrayed, who once were valiant true and faithful To whet a stranger's lust for power and gold Chorus Now evil men with evil ways set brother against brother And foster hatred all across the land They don't care who the victims are as long as they have power To profit from their helpless fellow man Chorus The druids in their wisdom speak to men who would do evil "What happened to the power of ancient Rome? When men of honour once again walk hand in hand with justice The evil you do now will come back home"