| We are three High Kings in honor.
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| We are the midst of Dagda’s spell
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| We are three armored forces, and
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| We are the gold torqued leaders.
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| Three wild horsemen.
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| Three fearless in combat.
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| Three gold-crowned conjurers of clash, yet
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| Three clannish chiefs from the Kingdom of Midhe…
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| The leading, foremost tyrant
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| The subsequent tormentor, and
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| The past intimidator of Cythrául
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| Are impending.
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| «Has there ever been a better idol than Dagda?
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| Will there ever be a better icon than myself?»
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| «In the eyes of myself, i fervently speak.»
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| The trio goes out at dawn
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| Fiercely, we plan to fight our assailants:
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| Three of us versus three thousand: complete.
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| «In the eyes of myself, I adroitly scream!»
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| «WE WILL ARRIVE AT THE STONE OF DESTINY.»
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| «WE WILL REACH THE PERDITION OF IBID.»
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| INVINCIBLE: we are to their spears!
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| INTREPIDLY: we occupy our posts!
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| A FORECASTOF DESTINY!
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| INVISIBLE: they are to their hands!
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| INSOLENTLY: they are amuse their own pride!
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| INTERCHANGEABILITY: INNERCHANGEABILITY!
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| «With the sway of myself, weather means disaster.
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| I affirm each day for the men of the brave.»
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| As our sword of steel, their mead, anc courage are fused.
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| Is it not the throne for our Master of the Gulch?
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| On its trim are rings of pearls: poished,
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| One seat remains near the jaded citadel
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| «The plains of adoration do lie somewhere below Tara, way belowe Tara,
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| as a matter of fact.
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| Sometimes given as Moyslaught and as always, Crom Cruach is welcomed.»
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| «With the sway of myself, weather means disaster.
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| I affirm each day for the men of the brave.»
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| «The notorious Klan stands by the ramparts at Tara where all enemies are
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| approaching.
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| Being bound by a geis, the three have no choiche but to stand against the
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| feeble units.
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| Enveloping in an opaque mist, they suddenly find themselves in a magical place
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| where they are received by the deity Manannán and a courtly witch.
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| Finally they begin to walk up the steep grassland of Tara, with wand and swords,
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| which enables them to distinguish the truth from the lies.»
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| It is the chair for our Master of the Tor.
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| It is embellished with bullion: marked.
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| It remainson top of the loftymound.
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| It streams gray and silver lining.
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| It will be an accolade given to us.
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| That is by the third of the last kings. |