Prophecies of Dal Moor
I saw a raven, plumage pale
I saw him drink the blood of the gael
Above Clach Mor the gulls will wail
Tonight the prophet gets paid
Uig's stone so high and wide
Odin's birds got it in it's sight
In Scaristavore they'll weep tonight
Tonight the prophet gets paid
And he who dances shall see him
And they that lie will deceive him
For there are those that cannot see him
Tonight the prophet gets paid
At Channory they scream advance
The Dove, the Crow they circle in the dance
Tasg spirits hold them in a trance
Tonight the prophet gets paid
The Libran moon it waxed and waned
Darkness felt the sting of black rain
A thousand dreams couldn't mask the pain
The night the prophet got paid
I saw a raven, plumage pale
I saw him drink the blood of the gael
Above Clach Mor the gulls will wail
Tonight the prophet gets paid
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