Manannán mac Lir

From ancient times 
We do remember
What once was lost
Shall soon be found

From under dust
Will be recovered
Ancient wisdom
Of the Gods

Old Lords
And old shrines
How they thrived
And then got lost

Not extinct
Just gone from this place
Wandering off
Until better days

They shared
A common wisdom
The held their staffs
With care

They wandered
Far and wide
Until time became ready
To share

Out they come now
With many
They have returned
To teach again
What was unlearned

Rising up now
We gather
Together as one

We rise up
Together
To restore what was undone

With wind and water
We once more conjure
We thrive again
Our energies pure

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