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They Say


Ríoghnach Locha Eachach            


They say that my ways are old-fashioned
They say that my gods are strange
They tell me to go down and live by the coast
Where the cities shelter from the rain

They say that the raven is no more
The servant of death it once was
They say that the ways of the fae've gone away
And only one god rules over us

They tell me my magic is blackened
Because I don't follow their songs
But I know the ponds and the woodlands still hold
The spirits of those from beyond

They say that history's changing
They say I'll be left in the dust
I'll lie with the bones of my fathers and homes
Thank you, but We are still Us



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