Wherever you throw me, I will stand.
Born of Vannin, sworn to Vannin.
My will is
Born of Vannin, sworn to Vannin.
Long before your birth
I have watched this isle
Witnessed its vagaries
The kin of this land quaked when you first arrived in your long ships, as your Tynewald was formed. How we all feared your savagery, that your lawgivers had to be fenced from your brutality. It wasn't long until your drove the denizens of this land with cold steel to the fringes, into hiding apart from those who wear defiance as their mantle.
Even now you still pay respect before crossing Ballona bridge.
Lay your reeds so Mananán mac Lir may guard you with fog.
Tremble at my form, my name, Buggane.
Wherever you throw me, I will stand.
Born of Vannin, sworn to Vannin.
My will is
Born of Vannin, sworn to Vannin.
Long after your death
I will see this isle
Freed from your betrayals
**You would cage even the Ben Varrey
Who sheltered you from the storm.**
Your cold iron and railways that killed the hill people was not enough. Now you heat it until it screams and belches smoke, forging demonic Steeds for nothing more than racing for some useless sport.
Ta mee maynrey
Ta mee maynrey
Ta me cummal ayns Ellan Vannin
I rejoice in Ellan Vannin because I know it was born of magic and your squabbles over kings and faiths have made no dent in its majesty. How could humans who nearly lost their own tongue until a visitor intervened hope to last? Learn all the songs of the four winds and surrender your will to Vannin or you will soon end.
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