The Druids

Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame;
Extol we now our Father’s name,

Whom we for ages know!

Up, up, then, let us go!

One of the People

Would ye, then, so rashly act?
Would ye instant death attract?
Know ye not the cruel threats

Of the victors we obey?
Round about are placed their nets

In the sinful heathen’s way.
Ah! upon the lofty wall

Wife and children slaughter they;
And we all
Hasten to a certain fall.