Endless their journey had seemed
Slain, beaten, a defeat
Exiled from the Scythian steppes they had been
No retreat!
With four Roman legions hot on their trail
Betrayed, beaten, a defeat
Two sisters bound for revenge
To Alba in strong gales they set sail
Young Aoife's lover wavered
In a duel, fate would decide
The Dacian prince challenged
Two chariots would ride
No match for the queen
The prince soon lay dead
This deed of her sister
Aoife would never forget
Mighty Scáthach,
Scythian queen,
Fierce Scáthach,
I fight for thee
Oh listen to me now as I tell her tale
Mighty Scáthach,
Scythian queen,
Fierce Scáthach,
I die for thee
Oh hear us now as we sing her tale
And in turn, I will teach
The bravest of thee
Who wants to join
And once fight for me
For Rome will one day
Feel the scorn
Of a Scythian queen
Named Scáthach
Now the Picts had been watching
For the first time they saw
They decided to worship
A true goddess in awe
Come and live on this island
The Picts now cried
For we will ever defend
On our land of shadows
The Roman eagle
Shall never descend!
Endless their journey had seemed
Slain, beaten, a defeat
Exiled from the Scythian steppes they had been
No retreat!
With four Roman Legions hot on their trail
Betrayed, beaten, a defeat
Two sisters bound for revenge
To Alba they set sail
Oh hear me now as I sing her tale
Mighty Scáthach,
Scythian queen,
Fierce Scáthach,
I die for thee
Oh listen to me now as I tell her tale
Mighty Scáthach,
Scythian queen,
Fierce Scáthach,
We pray to thee
Oh hear us now as we sing her tale
And in turn, I will teach
The bravest of thee
Who wants to join
And once fight for me
For Rome will one day
Feel the scorn
Of a Scythian queen
Named Scáthach
