Hold fast brothers and sisters, together we won’t falter
The Danann fleet speeds through the northern seas,
straight onto a northern course, one we shall not alter.
The seas cold embrace hugs tightly the ships helm.
The army of the Danann housed amongst the mighty fleet.
We’ve set sail to our new promised realm in the east.
A distant beach of both rock and sand.
We have come to claim our rights in our land.
We shall prove our might, here we shall stand.
Make way to anchorage, for it shall be our land
In the early morning hours fiercely we head their way.
Through the mist, through the smoke we came they say.
The Eflyllon head for Corey Belgatan this day...
We are the Tuatha De Danann marching on Ourland.
Landing by the mountains, marching day and night.
Inside wisdom the ships are burning stranding every man.
When called to arms, the Firblog failed at the battle of Mag tuireadb
Cut down were the hero’s, as the women wailed.
Cut down in their prime, taken down like old sail.
In the fore Lord Talinan with armor of silver and gold
Leading Danann infantry, of lance, sword and bow.
On towards the enemy, as it was foretold.
On marched the Danann, the people of Danu.
Bringing swift action, arrows sinking deep and true.
Behold the mighty Danann, people of Danu.
They fell on the Formorian, red blood and blue tattoo.
We stand tall and proud, masters of Ourland.
Never could we think that it was less than true.
Then came the Milesians, hordes of deep dread.
To face the Tuatha Da Danann on fields ruled by the dead.
Steadfast the mighty Kailen, bearing his spear.
Sword, bow and bright shield, creating mortal fear.
The Danann formed rank, in the forest glade.
They gave their homage to their queen Tana,
With mighty oaths and mighty blades.
On rode the Chosen One, with his lance and shield of pure white.
He was the chosen one…
He was the only son…
Into the Milesians, taking a great toll.
To his left his lance struck,
To his right a head would roll.
We are overwhelmed!
Overwhelmed by the Milesian storm.
Cut down by their iron blades,
Hacked, bloodied and torn.
There was just too many of them. Our warriors fought bitterly hard. They fought bravely and with great heart,... but in the end we were simply overrun. The Milesian army ruled the day and the land. Many Danann survivors fled across the seas. Many stayed in Ourland…stayed under Milesian rule. The Milesians visited cruel judgments upon the Tuatha De Danann. Therefore Queen Tana, Danu and the chosen fled to the lands of the Hallow Hills where we hide ourselves by means of ancient magic’s. there we hid ourselves from our enemies. We became known as the Daolne Sidhe or the Aes Sidhe…The People Of The Mounds. There we stayed. Sometimes we would venture forth to raise hell. Sometimes we would go to help a worthy few. Mostly we stayed home. I have recently retire “Freagarthack” the proud and mighty sword. Now I have taken up arms of my sweet Kaitlyn in the Vale of Neath. We may stay hidden for the most part but we never forget …
We are the Tuatha De Danann, People of the Danu…
Where history ends…myth begins.