Death of the Celts

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Verse 5] Wither a pain that's almost a joy Wander there my heart will destroy Dreaming of days of our youth again Stranger no wonder memories remain [Verse 6] 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 [Verse 7] Praying to our wretched doom Liberty freedom, maybe death looms Wishing upon a fair display Hoping our cause, done faithfully [Verse 8] Wayward thunder over rain Giving me time to think again Send to their graves on this day Silent where the battle dead lay [Verse 9] 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 [Verse 10] Spirits cry for a god from the grave In darkness, fortune favors the brave Dying, a warrior Celt has no fear Immortal, for he will live evermore [Guitar Solos] [Bridge] Dying, a warrior Celt has no fear Immortal, for he will live evermore [Verse 11] 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 [Verse 12] Falling now where God can’t explain Bidding farewell, a lifeline again Following those who came from hell Came to witness the death of the Celts