Freedom Video (MV)

The tonic air refreshes me
Though destruction slips on the breeze
Tribes dissolved in war's bleaching arcade
The arches reek, but my flesh remains

Attached to freedom
Still pleated in life's brocade

What is free?
Death from life? Freedom from suffering?
Life from death? Freedom from black oblivion?
Freedom is not in flesh
Freedom is not from flesh

The severed head speaks!

"The thought-cup, where the eyes lie
The psychic-gourd, where the mouth rests
Inside the cauldron
Mac Lir bestows regeneration"

Freedom!
Momentary!
Freedom!
Momentary!

Where is the white host?
Where is the land at the end of the world?
Where is the steed that rides the sea like hills?

Victory coats the hair-stems in deep red
An enduring grave dug
By a full-turn of the chariot's wheel

Freedom
Compels the lusty blade
Freedom
Compels the wild frenzy

Decapitate
Those fallen!
Decapitate
In glory!

Speak to the dead skulls
As their tongues wag prophesies to come

Prophecies... to come
Prophesies... to come

Regeneration
From the cauldron
Regeneration

Bruindit srotha sruaim de mil
I crich Manannain maic Lir

The severed head speaks

"Shall it not impinge upon you
To dissect and divide
The verbal bowels of acidic demise
Spurting from the lip-borne sects
Of those facial confines?"

Freedom!
Momentary!
Freedom!
Momentary!