Celtic Thunder Sons Of Light
Druid-born, Druid-born
By this honor we're sworn
To keep evil at bay
And the fiercest foes rout
Druid-born of the land
Where they hear triumph shout
Druid-born, Druid-born
For your blessings we pray
Evil calls in the darkness
Tempting weakness in our souls
But we can
We can fight it, save us
Whoa
Whoa, hey
Times of peace beckon
Warring sides reckon
Peace shall fight
Dawn shall break through the night
Hearken now, sons of snow
To an age long ago
And the tale boldly told
Of the one
Who was kin to both gods and the races of man
Druid-born, Druid-born
By this honor we're sworn
To return to the time
When our hope is reborn
Druid-born of the land
Where they hear triumph's shout
Druid-born, Druid-born
And the fiercest foes rout
Hear our voices calling, hey
The sons of light shall march, hey
And turn the dark
To the light
