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Our single "Mag Tuired", available on platforms, by Scottish Melodic Death Metal Dál Riata. Produced by Scott McLeod. Lyrics: As broadsword meets battle axe, And dragons duel in the sky, Foimoire heads will roll. For their fate they'll die! As the horde meets the shore, Nuadu casts no fear. They held the line, As Lugh hurled his spear! The Gods united stand, Against the grisly wave. Nether spawned they be, No Foimoire will remain! Nuadu led his forces, And they did not cower. Between the Gods and their fate, Their destiny is their power! The sky grows darker, The Gods will show their might. The tireless march onward, With victory in their eyes! The skain shall rise again! With new strength they return! One final triumph. This battle shall be won! Victory is achieved, But Nuadu's arm is torn. Destiny was weaved, As Bres claimed the throne. Darkness covers the land, As corruption overflows. Balor's son revealed, As the Foimoire prince rules! A silver hand is forged, So Nuadu fights again! To overthrow the prince, His treachery is his bane! A second war ignites, As Lugh takes the helm! His spear slays the king! The Foimoire flee the realm! The sky grows darker, The Gods will show their might. The tireless march onward, With victory in their eyes! The skain shall rise again! With new strength they return! One final triumph. This battle shall be won! As broadsword meets battleaxe, And dragons duel in the sky, Foimoire heads will roll. For their fate they'll die! As the horde meets the shore, Nuadu casts no fear. They held the line, As Lugh hurled his spear! The sky grows darker, The Gods will show their might. The tireless march onward, With victory in their eyes! The skain shall rise again! With new strength they return! One final triumph. This battle shall be won!