The road it winds uphill all the wayRide to glory on this dayRemember now to do him so proudIn God we trust, cry it out loudRedeem my salve of winning waysRemember all the darkest daysOf that I know will see me treadWalketh upon the field of the deadThe burden of blood, the breaketh of boneThe battlefield now I make it my ownThe glory of the morning we makePraying the rose is still awakeLord above, my spirit saysDeath is not proud, no more, no lessPower of my soul will be freeDeliver us on to victoryWither a pain that's almost a joyWander there, my heart will destroyDreaming of days of our youth againStrangely, no wonder memories remainPour thy scorn upon the realmPity me none at the gates of our hellFor I am but a messenger oneSent to do reckoning, what must be donePraying to our wretched doomLiberty, freedom, maybe death loomsWishing upon a fair displayHoping our cause done, faithfullyWayward thunder over rainGiving me time to think againSend to their graves on this daySilent where the battle dead layVengeance is for all who lay deadI have no fear, my body has bledI will live on in rebirth againCome to me now, embrace it my friendSpirits cry for a god from the graveIn darkness, fortune favours the braveDying, a warrior Celt has no fearImmortal, for he will live evermoreDying, a warrior Celt has no fearImmortal, for he will live evermoreThink I am, that I'm almost thereFollowing now the depths of despairBeyond the light, darkness will fallComing to take the life from us allFollowing now where god can't explainBidding fairwell, the life I'd have gainedFollowing those who came from hellCame to witness the death of the Celts
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The road it winds uphill all the way
Ride to glory on this day
Remember now to do him so proud
In God we trust, cry it out loud
Redeem my salve of winning ways
Remember all the darkest days
Of that I know will see me tread
Walketh upon the field of the dead
The burden of blood, the breaketh of bone
The battlefield now I make it my own
The glory of the morning we make
Praying the rose is still awake
Lord above, my spirit says
Death is not proud, no more, no less
Power of my soul will be free
Deliver us on to victory
Wither a pain that's almost a joy
Wander there, my heart will destroy
Dreaming of days of our youth again
Strangely, no wonder memories remain
Pour thy scorn upon the realm
Pity me none at the gates of our hell
For I am but a messenger one
Sent to do reckoning, what must be done
Praying to our wretched doom
Liberty, freedom, maybe death looms
Wishing upon a fair display
Hoping our cause done, faithfully
Wayward thunder over rain
Giving me time to think again
Send to their graves on this day
Silent where the battle dead lay
Vengeance is for all who lay dead
I have no fear, my body has bled
I will live on in rebirth again
Come to me now, embrace it my friend
Spirits cry for a god from the grave
In darkness, fortune favours the brave
Dying, a warrior Celt has no fear
Immortal, for he will live evermore
Dying, a warrior Celt has no fear
Immortal, for he will live evermore
Think I am, that I'm almost there
Following now the depths of despair
Beyond the light, darkness will fall
Coming to take the life from us all
Following now where god can't explain
Bidding fairwell, the life I'd have gained
Following those who came from hell
Came to witness the death of the Celts
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