King Damien's Balance
(ahhhh) Born of the clay and the winter wind Where the dark-leafed ash
and
the stones begin
His mother is the earth,
the blooming green His father is the shadow,
cold and unseen
Oh, Damien, King of the Irish soil
Born of the peace and the mortal coil Mother Nature's breath in
your royal hand While Death's cold shadow
guards your land
He rules the valleys of emerald grass Yet knows the hour when
the seasons pass A crown of ivy,
a shield of bone He sits upon his ancient stone
Oh, Damien, King of the Irish soil
Born of the peace and the mortal coil Mother Nature's breath in
your royal hand While Death's cold shadow
guards your land
Earth to earth, clay to clay
Damien rules his fading day (huuummm)