we who are old yet fair of face thousands of years this world did grace beneath the earth away from men our middle kingdom it lies hidden with sword in hand and our shields by our sides we march in hordes we will never subside our d danann form has passed with time but still we love music and still we love wine we are of the forest we are of the earth our heads full of knowledge our ways full of mirth we know all the answers to questions unasked we live in the light with no fear of the dark it must be said we have dark evil breeds who plague mankind with their mischievous deeds the phooka the merrow the wailing bean shee are hideous creatures as dark as can be avoid the lone thorn tree that grows in the field do not cut it down with the axe that you wield it coarses magic from branch to root and woe to he who eats its fruit of itself the tree did grow from faerie magic cast long ago therefore we bid you to let it stand ill fortune to those who ignore our command we who are old we are revered born of the earth immortal and feared in the dead of night see us dance on the hills on fiddles and flutes we play jigs and reels the sky is ablaze with a myriad of light our faerie music is heard through the night we who are old yet fair of face thousands of years this world did grace but modern man and his cynical ways are bringing us to the end of our days