Dead Man's Glory

They came from the North Pillaging hoards Clamouring to rape and
defile As their Longships break shore The horn
blast of war, shatters the still of our Emerald Isle "
Ionroir" Erin Go Bragh!
Raising our Cliadheamh-mor,
we'll send them below Their only clemency Be the Dead Man's Glory Now
blood paints the sand As we make our stand Driving them back to the
water Destiny calls "the heathen must fall" Preserving this land for
our sons and our daughters Men of the Eire Summon your will and burn
bright And rise for your Mother Isle Victory's in sight Brothers,
be brave and we live as they die 'neath the
Irish sky Into the fray Hear your brothers wail



Credits
Writer(s): Kelly Sundown, Petrus Granar
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