At the Edge of the World
Across the Menai stand the chosen ones
Within the groves of sacred oaks their incantations rise
Women dance and bless the ground this day
Will there be victory or death and glory? None can say
The restless legions stand, await the call
Among the swollen ranks they wait to cross the raging sea
Massed foreign horde is thousands strong
Sons of the Tiber from the seven hills, they march on and on
At the edge of the world, we stand and fall
At the end of days, hear the final call
As the breaking dawn shows the sacrifice, time will tell
In the heart of this land we still dwell
The ruthless warriors clash upon the shore
Defenders broke on legionnaires on that fateful moon
Screams of wounded from the killing ground
The children will be victims shown no mercy, left to die
At the edge of the world, we stand and fall
At the end of days, hear the final call
As the breaking dawn shows the sacrifice, time will tell
In the heart of this land we still dwell
A fallen son
Sees what greed has done
Futile theatre of war
He fades in silence
And all hope is gone.
At the edge of the world, we stand and fall
At the end of days, hear the final call
As the breaking dawn shows the sacrifice, time will tell
In the heart of this land
At the edge of the world, we stand and fall
At the end of days, hear the final call
As the breaking dawn shows the sacrifice, time will tell
In the heart of this land we still dwell
Within the groves of sacred oaks their incantations rise
Women dance and bless the ground this day
Will there be victory or death and glory? None can say
The restless legions stand, await the call
Among the swollen ranks they wait to cross the raging sea
Massed foreign horde is thousands strong
Sons of the Tiber from the seven hills, they march on and on
At the edge of the world, we stand and fall
At the end of days, hear the final call
As the breaking dawn shows the sacrifice, time will tell
In the heart of this land we still dwell
The ruthless warriors clash upon the shore
Defenders broke on legionnaires on that fateful moon
Screams of wounded from the killing ground
The children will be victims shown no mercy, left to die
At the edge of the world, we stand and fall
At the end of days, hear the final call
As the breaking dawn shows the sacrifice, time will tell
In the heart of this land we still dwell
A fallen son
Sees what greed has done
Futile theatre of war
He fades in silence
And all hope is gone.
At the edge of the world, we stand and fall
At the end of days, hear the final call
As the breaking dawn shows the sacrifice, time will tell
In the heart of this land
At the edge of the world, we stand and fall
At the end of days, hear the final call
As the breaking dawn shows the sacrifice, time will tell
In the heart of this land we still dwell
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Writer(s): Martin Rojas
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