| Usurpers Of Our Legacy
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| With two tongues of silver, honeyed, sweetened with gold
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| Claim now, compensation, for the lies weýve been sold
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| The mystery disperses, the myth falls away
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| Thus, ending the dark days, when the clergy held sway
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| Hearts and minds of the people
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| Ensnared long ago
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| Strangers to the energies
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| Which no longer flow
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| With tales of the trinity
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| Convincingly told
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| Demeaning our ways
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| As heathen and bold
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| The courts of the kings, a pulpit and a stage
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| Manipulation of a fractious land
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| Politicise, cast words of doubt
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| Fan the flames of discontent
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| Usurpers of our Legacy, Distorting Native lore
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| Import a creed unnatural onto our Emerald shore
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| Usurpers of our Legacy, demonising Ancient Gods
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| Plagiarise our Festivals, Foulest of all frauds
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| Usurpers of our Legacy, Theyýll never keep us down
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| Rise up, now is the time, reclaim the Pagan crown
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| Rise up Pagan sons and daughters
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| Symbolic swords held to the sky
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| (With the) Sun God in ascendancy
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| (We) illuminate hypocrisyý AAAAAriiiiise!
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| Gatherings don the centuries
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| In secret groves and vales
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| Patiently awaiting
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| Revelations, come the Dawn
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| Beneath a flag of union
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| Butchers carved and they cleaved
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| Carved and they cleaved, they carved, they cleaved
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| The tongue torn from the Nation
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| The goddess she grieves, the land it doth bleed
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| Eiriu she grieves
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| Eiriu she grieves, the land it doth bleed
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| Eiriu she grieves |