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.
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