Project 86 - Ghosts of Easter Rising

Текст песни

We wait for the siren\nThe crimson horizon\nThe right of our passage\nInto promised land\nThe conflict approaching\nAdversaries waiting\nJust beyond the threshold of our gates\nBy Your hand\nWe make our stand\nThey’ll heed our command\nAnd flee this land\nMy bloodline is reaching\nFrom beyond and through me\nCalling all the righteous\nTo our vital quest\nOur history it hinges\nOn victory within us\nFather, make these fists\nLike Brass\nThe killers of mercy\nThey occupy and justify\nInvading, dividing\nBut we will look them in the eyes\nConverge, descend\nUpon the fields of Easter rising\nNow go before me\nBy your strength we rectify this…