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



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...