This is the true story of the last of the fairy-folk
Threatened by mankind, they wait underground, armed
For the battle and the day of their revenge
Under the green of Ireland
They live in a fairy-land
Millions of elfen creatures
Ready to take a hand
'Cause the people they burned their homeland
And brought on the crack of doom
Now's the time for retalliation
Beware, they're coming soon
Oh whee-o, why-o
You'll hear them cry
On flying horses
In the purple sky
Oh whee-o, why-o
They shout and cry
No guts, no glory
They even want to die
Hidden in holes and dark caves
Keen on the great revenge
The little folk are gathering
It Looks like a ritual dance
Firm to end useless ruination
As an army they will dragoon
Now's the time for retalliation
Beware, they're coming soon
Oh whee-o, why-o
You'll hear them cry
On flying horses
In the purple sky
Oh whee-o, why-o
They shout and cry
No guts, no glory
They even want to die
Oh whee-o, why-o
You'll hear them cry
On flying horses
In the purple sky
Oh whee-o, why-o
They shout and cry
No guts, no glory
They even want to die