Wizard vs. Priest (in the land and the skies.)

"Surrender the glass to the ones who came before their hearts in the earththeir souls in the lore For though the cross has risen high the Celtic fire will never" The hills whisper olden tales of a time long ago When the druids danced in the moon's pale glow Before the cross was raised and the bells did chime We were keepers of the earth in the ancient time In the shadow of the sacred oak where the rivers run deep The spirits of the land they never did sleep But then came the priests with their holy fire To tame the wild hearts and quench the pyre But through the mist and the rain through the sorrow and the pain The Celtic blood runs strong like the wild river's song In the stones and the trees in the whispering breeze The old ways survive in the land and the skies The saints they came with words of peace But their hands were cold and their grip was fierce They tore down the shrines built the churches tall But the echoes of our past they still call Through the mist and the rain through the sorrow and the pain The Celtic blood runs strong like the wild river's song In the stones and the trees in the whispering breeze The old ways survive in the land and the skies Now the roads are paved and the cities rise But the old gods watch with ancient eyes In the dance of the flames in the song of the sea The spirit of the Celts will always be free Through the mist and the rain through the sorrow and the pain The Celtic blood runs strong like the wild river's song In the stones and the trees in the whispering breeze The old ways survive in the land and the skies So raise a glass to the ones who came before Their hearts in the earth their souls in the lore For though the cross has risen high The Celtic fire will never die Through the mist and the rain through the sorrow and the pain The Celtic blood runs strong like the wild river's song In the stones and the trees in the whispering breeze The old ways survive in the land and the skies