| …With sword at my side,
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| The horns sound the call of assembly.
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| Black fuckin’leather is my way of life,
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| as flames and burning winds cover the Earth!
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| (Slaughter!)
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| Miles of frozen lands are far behind us…
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| We ride along the margin of the woods.
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| O’great is the black swords of Eire.
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| Thus to speak is the shame of your lord.
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| We ride through the bleak winter skies;
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| hearts full of hate and steel shining bright!
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| Alas, it’s ill, to walk in my shadow…
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| O’master of doom, you are alone.
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| In chariots of fire we went forth,
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| To call the spell of blazing flames.
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| My black sword of Eire has returned.
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| In glory, of the land, of the flame.
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| Child of wisdom and words…
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| Son of magick and the sword.
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| Call the spells of burning winds!!!
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| Swords And Leather — …with steel, flame, and honor!!!
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| Swords And Leather — …our brave hearts will conquer!!!
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| Swords And Leather — …with steel, flame, and honor!!!
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| Swords And Leather — …our Celtic blood will conquer!!!
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| …With sword at my side,
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| The horns sound the call of assembly.
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| Black fuckin’leather is our way of life,
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| as flames and burning winds cover the Earth! |