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