Stone of Destiny (Absu)

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Last Man's Breath

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We are three high kings in honor
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 Midhe
The leading foremost tyrant
The subsequent tormentor and
The past intimidator of Cythraul
Are impending
"Has there ever been a better idol than Dagda?
Will there ever be a better icon than myself?"
"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!"
"WE WILL ARRIVE AT THE STONE OF DESTINY"
"WE WILL REACH THE PERDITION OF IBID"
INVINCIBLE: We are to their spears!
INTREPIDLY: We occupy our posts!
A FORECAST OF DESTINY!
INVISIBLE: They are to their hands!
INSOLENTLY: They amuse their own pride!
INTERCHANGEABILITY: INNERCHANGEABILITY!
"With the sway of myself weather means disaster
I affirm each day for the men of the brave"
"With the sway of myself weather means disaster
I affirm each day for the men of the brave"
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
"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"
"With the sway of myself weather means disaster
I affirm each day for the men of the brave"
"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... 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

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