Lyrics:

This is the 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 is the time for retaliation
Beware, they are 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 the holes and dark caves
Keen on the great revenge
The little folk are gathering
't looks like a ritual dance

Firm the end useless ruination
As an army they will dragoon
Now's the time for retaliations
Beware, they're coming soon