They came from the North Pillaging hoards Clamouring to rape and defile As their Longships break shore The horn blast of war, shatters the still of our Emerald Isle
(Ionróir, ionróir, ionróir, ionróir)
Erin Go Bragh! Raising our Claymore, we’ll send them below Their only clemency Be the Dead Man’s Glory
Now blood paints the sand As we make our stand Driving them back to the water Destiny calls “the heathen must fall” Preserving this land for our sons and our daughters (Ionróir, ionróir)
Erin Go Bragh! Raising our Claymore, we’ll send them below Their only clemency Be the Dead Man’s Glory
Men of the Eire Summon your will and burn bright And rise for your Mother Isle Victory’s in sight Brothers, be brave and we live as they die 'neath the Irish sky
Into the fray Hear your brothers wail
Erin Go Bragh! Raising our Claymore, we’ll send them below Their only clemency Be the Dead Man’s Glory
Erin Go Bragh! Raising our Claymore, we’ll send them below Their only clemency Be the Dead Man’s GloryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
