High up on the mountain, the battle hammer falls.
As I lay alone asleep at night, I hear my people call.
Stand up to be counted through numbers and our enemy they will fear...
Chorus
Under the Celtic Moon, under the star lit skys,
Singing Victory songs, songs of wars gone by....
The Dawn is drawing nearer, our swords are held up high
Echoed sounds of Victory, the the voices i the sky.
Oh, I foresee the bloodshed that our people will endure.
Our children are worth fighting for, our children that are pure....
Chorus
I feel the cry for battle, it's raging deep in me
We are ready, lets fight this fight, and set out people free.
Take firm your flags of glory, and fly them to the sky.
We're marching into battle with our hearts emflamed wuth pride....
Chorus
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