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HAPPY ST. PATRICK’s DAY!
‘Twas down the glen one Easter morn
to a city fair rode I
There was Armed lines of marching men
in squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum nor battle drum
did sound it’s dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
rang out o'er the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin Town
they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
strong men came hurryin’ through
While Britannia’s Huns, with their long range guns
sailed out on the foggy dew
'Twas England bade our Wild Geese fly
that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva’s waves
or the fringe of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side
or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
in the spring time of the year
And the world did gaze, with deep amaze,
at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight, so that freedom’s light
might shine through the foggy dew
Tony Iommi (of Black Sabbath) featuring Skin (of Skunk Anansie) - Meat
This is another awesome song that always puts me in a good mood. This whole album is pure gold.
Candlemass - Lucifer Rising
In the dunes of Egyptian sand
In the cities and small towns
The word goes from land to land
The dawn of enlightenment is here
Oh blessed the children of doom
As they dance on the meadows
Oh poet and merchant and witch
You know the master is here
Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer Rising
The caravan reaches the port
And they sail down the river
To praise and witness the birth
of the king the one that will come
Black worship in church and home
Seek their way to power
And free them from chains of Rome
To Shout the name of The Lord
Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer Rising
In the dunes of Egyptian sand
In the cities and small towns
The word goes from land to land
The dawn of enlightenment is here
Oh blessed the children of doom
As they dance on the meadows
Oh poet and merchant and witch
You know the master is here
Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer Rising
And suddenly there was war
We didn’t remember it
A long time forgotten
There suddenly was war
And suddenly there was war
Our children are dead
Burnt in the ruins
That were left by war
War
And suddenly there was war
And the mothers they screamed
For revenge and reprisals
For another war
And suddenly
And suddenly
And suddenly there was war
With spoiling and death
And you fight alone
If there’s another war
Whole life is war
And whole life is pain
And you will fight alone
In your personal war
War
This is war
War
