Stone Of Destiny (...For Magh Slécht And Ard Righ)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] We are three high kings in honor And we are the midst of Dagda's spell We are three armored forces and We are the gold-torqued leaders Three wild horsemen Three fearless in combat Three gold-crowned conjurers of clash, yet Three clannish chiefs from the Kingdom of Túath Mide [Verse 2] The leading, foremost tyrant The subsequent tormentor And past intimidator of Cythraul Are impending Has there ever been a better idol than Dagda? Will there ever be a better icon than myself? [Verse 3] In the eyes of myself, I fervently speak The trio goes out at dawn Fiercely, we plan to fight our assailants Three of us versus three thousand complete In the eyes of myself, I adroitly scream [Chorus] We will arrive at the Stone of Destiny (Tara!) We will reach the perdition of Ibid (Cythraul!) [Verse 4] Invincible we are to their spears Intrepidly we occupy our posts A forecast of destiny now Invisible they are to their hands Insolently they amuse their own pride Interchangeability, interchangeability [Repeat Verse] With the sway of myself, weather means disaster I affirm each day for the men of the brave... [Repeat Verse] With the sway of myself, weather means disaster I affirm each day for the men of the brave... [Verse 5: King Diamond] As our swords of steel, their mead, and courage are fused Is it not the throne for our Master of the Gulch? On its trim are rings of pearls, polished One seat remains near the jaded citadel! [Spoken] The plains of adoration do lie somewhere below Tara, way below Tara, as a matter of fact Sometimes give as Moyslaught and as always, Crom Cruach is welcomed [Repeat Verse] With the sway of myself, weather means disaster I affirm each day for the men of the brave... [Spoken] The notorious Klan stands by the ramparts at Tara where all enemies are approaching Being bound by a geis, the three have no choice but to stand against the feeble units Enveloping in an opaque mist, they suddenly find themselves in a magical place where they are received by the deity Manannán and a courtly witch Finally, they begin to walk up the steep grassland of Tara, with wand and sword, which enables them to distinguish the truth from the... [Verse 6: King Diamond] Lies! It is the chair for our Master of the Tor It is embellished with bullion, marked It remains on top of the lofty mound It streams gray and silver lining It will be an accolade given to us That is, by the third of the last king