Sons Of Light - Celtic Thunder

Druid-born, Druid-born

By this honor we’re sworn

To keep evil at bay

And the fiercest foes rout

Druid-born of the land

Where they hear triumph shout

Druid-born, Druid-born

For your blessings we pray

Evil calls in the darkness

Tempting weakness in our souls

But we can

We can fight it, save us

Whoa

Whoa, hey

Times of peace beckon

Warring sides reckon

Peace shall fight

Dawn shall break through the night

Hearken now, sons of snow

To an age long ago

And the tale boldly told

Of the one

Who was kin to both gods and the races of man

Druid-born, Druid-born

By this honor we’re sworn

To return to the time

When our hope is reborn

Druid-born of the land

Where they hear triumph’s shout

Druid-born, Druid-born

And the fiercest foes rout

Hear our voices calling, hey

The sons of light shall march, hey

And turn the dark

To the light