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Shone the sunset red and solemn |
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Where we stood and observed |
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Down the corners of the column |
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Letter strokes of Ogham carved |
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'tis belike a burial pillar |
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Said he and those shallow lines |
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Hold some warriors name of valour |
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And will rightly show the signs |
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No one saw, how far I fell |
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And no one ever knew |
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That there was a heart of flesh |
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Deep within me |
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As it was, bled of the twisted horn |
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And the howling of the dogs |
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Raise on old Heroes lament |
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While the weeping of women |
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Still vexes my heart |
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If this is my Journey End |
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Then cast me to the pyre |
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And if all that remains |
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Is a blackened heart |
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And the stench of death |
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Then know my spell is cast |
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And sing my song |
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With pride once more |
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[Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a Warrior near the end of life, Raising the Spirit of Battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the Gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
