On Blood's Own Sand

Courage held In heart of Lion Celtic memory of ancient reunion In arena of Death's bloody passion Lion's fight for life the prize Swords held high salute the Caesar Two giants hold their swords down low Back to back now Celtic Lions The Caesar drops his mighty hand As pipes they began churning tunes lamenting sadness sails across oceans eternal darkness envelopes grief in victory a crowd roars kill within lust rising a mob salute Thoughts fall back to ancient homeland Mighty Arrach sacred mound Sun In golden light descending Emerald green this sacred land Professions of Love given Warrior queen does take my hand Peace and Love once In a Celtic land From hibernia out of a mist one lonely teddy bear at sea dressed in her green attire sparkling shades her jewels caressing rocks at her feet shores washed by the great atlantic kissing white foam spray Mighty mountains stand together Weapons crashing thunders song As enemies strong advancing to destroy a Celtic song Yet heart sings eternal memory Ancient pride Celts viper sting Blood rising crowd passion Cheering death In passions' thrall Celts In storm of fight Ancient memories golden passion comes In Pride and honour we are a fighting race of warriors groomed in our mothers songs of freedom sail a world over wild geese defending with pride in great honor strong our calling haunting deep waves we are the children of a nation who cry mourning in the spirit drunken sings out in prayer kneeling down welcoming freedom red flowing a river soaks battles soil another fight one bites the dust A Collaboration by Liam Mc Daid & Michael Clarke.