The Celtic Cross We Wear.
THEY CAME FROM EVERY ANGLE BY SHIPS THE SIZE OF TOWNS.
IN IRON CHARIOTS ASSEMBLED DEMANDING A CROWN.
THESE WERE THE FEINDS OF HATE AT OUR VERY GATES,
WITH FOREIGN LEGIONS OF SLY AND SADISTIC MATES.
OUR CLANS UNITED WITH THE PLAN OF FREEDOM FIRST.
EMPOWERING THE THIRSTY, OF OUR PREVIOUS BLISS.
WHERE EVERY CLAN HAD AN ACRE OF EDIBLE LAND.
AND MOTHER NATURE WAS SO EASY TO UNDERSTAND.
NOW THEY HAVE BUILT A MONUMENT IN HADRIANS WALL.
BOW!BEFORE YOU ENTER!OUR HEAVEN AND THEIR HELL!
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