The Viking Irishman

Dark clouds approach Dublin bay
My hope is that God hears me pray
The gentle fire is warming the iron blade more than the Sun
(You're forgin' it more than the Sun)
The hammer and the anvil must craft until Clontarf's call
(The swords and the shields must not fall)

The horns, they're blowin', but soon I'll be gone
My destiny's changin' and I'll be reborn
Riding, rising from this land

The Irish and the Vikings are fighting for this land of green
(In the year of our Lord 1014)
For the kingdom of Heaven or the gates of Valhalla it's too late
(The runes have decided your fate)
The ships and the flags are awaiting in front of the sea
(Silkbeard is back from the sea)
Millions of vermillion tears shed in a heartbreaking gore
The High King is goin' to war

The horns, they're blowin', but soon I'll be gone
My destiny's changin' and I'll be reborn
Riding, rising from this land

An áit a bhfuil do chroí, is ann a thabharfas do chosa thú

The old winding road 'neath my feet
Fields of rye, barley, and wheat
Wanderin' around in the journey of this fateful night
You're running away in the night
For the love in her eyes and the warmth of her smile I decide
Fading away by her side

The horns, they're blowin', but soon I'll be gone
My destiny's changin' and I'll be reborn
Riding, rising from this land

The horns, they're blowin', but soon I'll be gone
My destiny's changin' and I'll be reborn
Riding, rising from this land



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Justyn, Giacomo Gerardo Viesti, Luca Fiorito, Thomas Randazzo
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