| In the crimson dawn, we wake to greet the final day
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| Soon our emerald fields will run with blood, echo with pain
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| We defend our shores, in the face of unfair odds
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| Giving honor with our deaths to the ancient gods
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| Will your eyes be the last thing I see?
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| Morrigan, bring us to glory!
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| Rise! |
| Against the tide!
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| Man and bride, proud warriors so bright
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| Fight for the Isle
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| And your smile will follow me through death
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| Together with our mothers,
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| Sisters, husbands, fathers, brothers, sons
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| We go into battle as one
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| Behind twin bronze shields we shed our blood upon our rings of gold
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| Our motal lives fading to ghosts of old
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| Will your eyes be the last thing I see?
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| Morrigan, bring us to glory!
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| Rise! |
| Against the tide!
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| Man and bride, proud warriors so bright
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| Fight for the Isle
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| And your smile will follow me through death
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| This dire morn
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| We soaked the ground a bloody red
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| Fianna born
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| Fionn mac Cumhail, lead us all
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| The ancient Irish dead
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| Will your eyes be the last thing I see?
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| Morrigan, bring us to glory!
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| Rise! |
| Against the tide! |
| Man and bride, proud warriors so bright
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| Fight for the Isle
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| And your smile will follow me through death |