| All those who died for liberty have heard the eagle scream
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| All the ones who died for liberty have died but for a dream
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| Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
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| For in no nation on earth more broken dreams you’ll find
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| The flames leapt high, reached to the sky 'til they seared a nation’s soul
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| In the ashes of our broken dreams we’ve lost sight of our goal
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| Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
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| And help our hearts seek Róisín, our soul again to find
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| Now charlatans wear dead men’s shoes, aye and rattle dead men’s bones
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| 'Ere the dust has settled on their tombs, they’ve sold the very stones
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| Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
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| For in no nation on the earth more Pharisees you’ll find
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| In grief and hate our motherland her dragon’s teeth has sown
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| Now the warriors spring from the earth to maim and kill their own
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| Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
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| For the one-eyed Balor still reigns king in our nation of the blind |