Minions of Manannan Lyrics

To the east lies lines and lines immortal
Pounding relentless, wearing all down
No matter those who do stand against them
Those minions of Manannán, pounding to dust all

The rough becoming smooth,
The edge, edgeless,
Souls shackled, a dying dream
All that is left now is to scream

But no noise comes as bodies
Be riddled with disease
And with great dis-ease I stand alone
The last Gael against the Gall

The back be broke by the strain of yoke
With weight worse than that borne by the ox and the plough
I falter and falter and bend and then break
All for a petty dream that most would forsake

And now so close to furrows I can see worms and smell clay
I realise too late I am wasting away,
And so to the east lies my sight immortal
Where the minions of Manannán are bearing all down
So I drag my burdens down to the shore
Finally drowning as they become no more