A scourge on the world from the earliest days Christ, his church and his sinister ways Starter of wars, Instigator of crimes Despoiler of cultures, Destroyer
not by words. Sound the horns of Pagan triumph, And sweep away this fictional rectitude. Burn the church to the ground, Let our Pagan hate exude. And
As I look out across the sea I stand proud but am I free? A thousand years have come and gone I have won, I will go on Stand firm against the storm I
A tale of honor I will now tell About a man, strong and true Brian Boru was his name And through his deeds a nation grew He was born in a time of bondage
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I am the wind that blows over the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am a vulture on the
A volunteer in his nations struggle Another soldier in the G.P.O. The rising failed - our leaders captured The English grip would not let go But Michael
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say
I hear you calling Your voice so fair I reach out to touch you But know you're not there The summer is ending Clouds darken the sky As the rain starts
I watch the sky turning black And know the time is fast approaching My clan they all look to me I turn away, I face the ocean In the dark I see a fleet
The most beautiful city built on the middle-earth It's splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon Reigned
