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