readied our swords, I stood poised and readied my spear. As he approached I noticed his staff, And the cross that hung from a chain. Beneath his robe
you will hear me cry, I will come to earth and you will die. You cannot escape this terrible fate, Your time has come and the hour is late. In the robes
we readied our swords, I stood poised and readied my spear. As he approached I noticed his staff, And the cross that hung from a chain. Beneath his robe
these flaxen men, Who invade my country again and again! I am Warrior, ready to fight! I am Warrior, ready to die! I am Warrior, noble and true! I am Warrior, Ceitheirn Abu? Black
Fire - Burning - cleaning the lie, The light is burning bright. Pain - Suffer - prepare to die, Behold our unholy fight. Hallowed be our name tonight
There is a pain inside me A pain as old as earth That has outlived civilizations A primordial anguish so strong So unforgiving in its innocence That
"Come ye Gaelic chiefs and raise your banners high, Let loose your warrior clans and sound the battle cry! The Saxons are advancing, their ambition we
Arise, arise, hear th call of the land, To arms, to arms, fight for the foreign threat. Blood, blood, spill our Irish blood, Honour, honour, for freedom
Bran walked alone to ease his mind, To reflect on life and love. Sweet music he heard come from behind, And from the sky above. So sweet was the tune
