Song | A Shield With An Iron Face |
Artist | Absu |
Album | Tara |
A Cairn warrior dressed in his harness feeling fury and frenzy. | |
His silky top had blood stained gauze stretched across his pecks. | |
His tartan had lines of symmetry running east and west. | |
An embellished shield with an iron face was embraced in his left hand. [Bridge - Eremon (Chieftain of Cairn):] "I welcome thee, o' victorious, I'm skirmishing...at the lift!" "I welcome thee, o' victorious, I'm skirmishing...by the dark!" [Mong¡n:] | |
He rushed to feed the fire, | |
As honor gained him a home - | |
He veered beyond the pyres, | |
The Son of | |
Cairn sat enthroned. | |
An iron shield gaped toward the sky, | |
With oak wood and leather backing; | |
Reprisal lead the way to his mind, | |
And so it did. [Cairn Warrior's Question of Vindication:] "C¡ bhfuilimid ag dul amarach?" ("Where are we marching tomorrow?") [Chorus - Iold¡nach:] | |
A shield with an iron face gapes towards the sky, | |
The death of a man is never going to die. | |
A resolute falcon gawks back at the armor - | |
On the wing, yet on the lifting hour. [Repeat Bridge - Eremon (Chieftain of Cairn)] |
A Cairn warrior dressed in his harness feeling fury and frenzy. | |
His silky top had blood stained gauze stretched across his pecks. | |
His tartan had lines of symmetry running east and west. | |
An embellished shield with an iron face was embraced in his left hand. Bridge Eremon Chieftain of Cairn: " I welcome thee, o' victorious, I' m skirmishing... at the lift!" " I welcome thee, o' victorious, I' m skirmishing... by the dark!" Mong n: | |
He rushed to feed the fire, | |
As honor gained him a home | |
He veered beyond the pyres, | |
The Son of | |
Cairn sat enthroned. | |
An iron shield gaped toward the sky, | |
With oak wood and leather backing | |
Reprisal lead the way to his mind, | |
And so it did. Cairn Warrior' s Question of Vindication: " C bhfuilimid ag dul amarach?" " Where are we marching tomorrow?" Chorus Iold nach: | |
A shield with an iron face gapes towards the sky, | |
The death of a man is never going to die. | |
A resolute falcon gawks back at the armor | |
On the wing, yet on the lifting hour. Repeat Bridge Eremon Chieftain of Cairn |