Paroles de Impetuous Youth

Drunken, reckless children Brash impulsive youth Shame their family name With mother's milk Still wet upon their lips Arrogance becomes The master of reason Swords are drawn in haste To defend their wounded pride Too late the hour To see its royal blood That has stained the ground Seized, imprisoned, Their lives forfeit The sons look to The gods to save them A man, honest and noble, The finest warrior in all the land Came to claim his sons Conall Crog Buidhe Begged the king to pardon The loss of his sons To slate his thirst for vengeance A quest for a glorious prize Would be required