Ghosts of Easter Rising - Project 86

We wait for the siren

The crimson horizon

The right of our passage

Into promised land

The conflict approaching

Adversaries waiting

Just beyond the threshold of our gates

By Your hand

We make our stand

They’ll heed our command

And flee this land

My bloodline is reaching

From beyond and through me

Calling all the righteous

To our vital quest

Our history it hinges

On victory within us

Father, make these fists

Like Brass

By Your hand

We make our stand

They’ll heed our command

And flee this land

The killers of mercy

They occupy and justify

Invading, dividing

But we will look them in the eyes

Converge, descend

Upon the fields of Easter rising

Now go before me

By your strength we rectify this

Sacrifice, Avenge

Sacrifice, Avenge

Sacrifice, Avenge

Sacrifice, Avenge

By Your hand

We make our stand

They’ll heed our command

And flee this land

By Your hand

We make our stand

They’ll heed our command

And flee this land