There's a clan of bold temper, they're wild-eyed and clever,
Prechain! they're chantin' 'neath the wings of the crow,
The Morrigan's hammer, their song joyful clamor,
They're oath-bound for sword-ground to keep a grim oath.
Prechain! Prechain! For clan and for kinsmen!
Prechain! Prechain! To battle we go!
Prechain! Prechain! For spears colored crimson!
Prechain! Prechain! It's blood for the oath!
Now the Seanachie's spoken of a time long-forgotten,
When word-sign was tongue-plied by beast as by man,
When the harvest they'd hoped on lay blighted and broken,
And the Crow King on coal wing came swift to the clan.
Prechain! Prechain! For clan and for kinsmen!
Prechain! Prechain! To battle we go!
Prechain! Prechain! For spears colored crimson!
Prechain! Prechain! It's blood for the oath!
We'll no com be takin' if to join in oath makin',
You sword-swear no word-snare is set for the crow,
It's war that we're needing, on flesh and blood feeding,
And war-gold to the sword-bold from bright wounds will flow.
Prechain! Prechain! For clan and for kinsmen!
Prechain! Prechain! To battle we go!
Prechain! Prechain! For spears colored crimson!
Prechain! Prechain! It's blood for the oath!
In these words was wisdom, they bound themselves in them,
A crow-sign o'er the war-line in token of faith,
They armed and took hire, employed sword and fire,
Took war-gear, gained word-fear, and swept all away.
Prechain! Prechain! For clan and for kinsmen!
Prechain! Prechain! To battle we go!
Prechain! Prechain! For spears colored crimson!
Prechain! Prechain! It's blood for the oath!
From that time to this time, as spoken in fair rhyme,
Prechain and the crow-clan keep unbroken oath,
If you've stomach for warring, then heed well my warning,
Give your war-gold to the sword bold or your flesh to the crows!
Prechain! Prechain! For clan and for kinsmen!
Prechain! Prechain! To battle we go!
Prechain! Prechain! For spears colored crimson!
Prechain! Prechain! It's blood for the oath!