Dead Man's Glory - Civil War

(Ionróir, ionróir, ionróir, ionróir

Ionróir, ionróir, ionróir, ionróir)

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 Glory