Old men tell of an ancient king Who once did rule our sceptered isle. He reigned for years In peace and prosperity. And when invaders came in ships To steal what we had built, The battle cry came from his lips And his hand went to the hilt Of his trusty sword.
Standing atop Dunnad at the green loch
King Arthur saw the end.
All of Alba filled with fiends,
in the future migrants will invade with sins.
He took to the hills and brought battle to demons.
He battles there still with Excalibur in hand
slaying Semitic heathens.
Using the ogham of Goidel Glas,
he writes his missives to the loyal
who can read the holy scratch.
Holy groves will whisper
to the sons of the Glas,
Arthur sends out his commands.
This he says like bold and brass:
“One day Alba will know redemption,
occupation will come to a bloody end,
the Gael will remember how to sing,
and mother Frya will breathe free.”