Fergus MacRoich

"Long live Fergus!", they scream from the valley
 Searching the ranks for a king
 Moments of glory are all but forgotten
 They wait for tomorrow to bring
 Outcast and lonely since Connor was smitter
 The tribes of the Sesair lament
 Chaos abounds in the Land of the Young
 As the dark one prepares his descent
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 Chaos abounding on the breeze
 Tangled and twisted in the trees
 Dark runes painted on his brow
 As the wretched scream out loud
 Passing the test of a tribesman and warrior
 Fergus Mac Roich stands alone
 Paintings that tell of his future misfortune
 Are cast on a canvas of stone
 Bathed in the Cauldron of Blood
 As the ritual knowledge is passed through the gates
 Unholy secrets lie under the surface
 As silently father awaits
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