Death Of The Celts

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