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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 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 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 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 Wither a pain that's almost a joy Wander there, my heart will destroy Dreaming of days of our youth again Strangely, no wonder memories remain 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 Praying to our wretched doom Liberty, freedom, maybe death looms Wishing upon a fair display Hoping our cause done, faithfully Wayward thunder over rain Giving me time to think again Send to their graves on this day Silent where the battle dead lay 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 Spirits cry for a god from the grave In darkness, fortune favours the brave Dying, a warrior Celt has no fear Immortal, for he will live evermore Dying, a warrior Celt has no fear Immortal, for he will live evermore 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 Following now where god can't explain Bidding fairwell, the life I'd have gained Following those who came from hell Came to witness the death of the Celts