*MADE OF IRISH STONE* **Style:** hard Irish folk rock / dark Celtic rock / war drums / gravel male vocal / gang chant / emotional rage anthem **[Intro — low bodhrán, distant pipes, rough male whisper]** Rain on the graves… Blood in the clay… Ireland remembers… Ireland repays… **[Verse 1 — low, gritty, restrained]** We were born in the rain with our backs to the wall, Boots in the mud, still refusing to fall. They came with their crowns, their hunger, their lies, But never killed the fire in Irish eyes. They took from the poor, left the children to cry, Put saints in the dirt and prayers in the sky. Every broken home, every coffin, every grave, Made a hard Irish heart no bastard could enslave. **[Pain Hook 1 — raspy, emotional, repeatable]** Oh mother, don’t cry, Your sons are not gone. They live in the thunder, They march in the song. Oh father, hold on, Your hands built the stone. No Irish child Will stand alone. **[Pre-Chorus — rising drums, clenched jaw vocal]** So tighten your fists, boys, lift up your chin, The storm outside is the blood within. If one man falls, ten more rise, With God in the chest and rage in the eyes. **[Chorus — huge gang vocals, hard drums, pipes screaming]** Stand up, Ireland — hard as stone, No man fights this world alone. Shoulder to shoulder, bone to bone, This old land is still our home. Let them threaten, let them curse, We’ve crawled through hell and come back worse. By God, through blood, through fire, through hurt, We’re tough motherfuckers made from Irish dirt. **[Post-Chorus Hook — crowd chant, stomp rhythm]** Made from dirt. Made from pain. Made from blood. Made from rain. Made to suffer. Made to fight. Made of Ireland. Made of night. **[Verse 2 — rougher, angrier]** We buried our fathers with the wind in our teeth, Carried our brothers through the mud underneath. We prayed in the dark when the cupboard was bare, And still found a song in the smoke-filled air. They scattered our people like ash on the sea, But every lost soul carried Ireland free. From famine fields to rebel names, We fed our grief straight into flames. **[Pain Hook 2 — deep grief, female harmony optional]** Oh sister, keep singing, Though your voice is torn. The graves are not silent, The dead are reborn. Oh brother, keep standing, Though your knees hit the floor. Ireland has bled, But she’s still asking for more. **[Pre-Chorus 2 — build, half-time drums]** Call every brother, call every friend, We stand as one till the bitter end. If they come for one, they come for all, And they’ll hear Ireland when the thunder calls. **[Chorus — bigger, rawer]** Stand up, Ireland — hard as stone, No man fights this world alone. Shoulder to shoulder, bone to bone, This old land is still our home. Let them threaten, let them curse, We’ve crawled through hell and come back worse. By God, through blood, through fire, through hurt, We’re tough motherfuckers made from Irish dirt. **[Meta Verse — spoken/shouted, cinematic breakdown]** This is not a song for clean hands. This is not a hymn for soft men. This is for the ones who buried friends, Then woke before sunrise and worked again. This is for the mothers who swallowed grief, For the fathers who gave their children belief. For the poor, for the proud, for the names unknown, For every Irish soul made of stone. **[Bridge — dark Celtic breakdown, pipes low, drum pulse]** Raise the glass for the ones who died. Raise the fist for the ones who tried. Raise the names carved deep in rain. Raise the dead through the sound of pain. We are not weak. We are not done. We are the storm. We are the sons. We are not broken. We are not slaves. We are the fire That climbs from graves. **[Pain Hook 3 — almost crying, then turns aggressive]** Oh Ireland, my mother, Your wounds are my own. I carry your hunger, Your blood, and your bones. Oh Ireland, my brother, Your fight is my breath. I’ll stand with your people Through fire and death. **[Breakdown — heavy stomp, gang chant, aggressive bass]** You want us quiet? You want us gone? We’ve been here bleeding For far too long. You want us broken? Come take your turn. Touch Irish blood And watch the whole world burn. **[Final Chorus — all voices, full power]** Stand up, Ireland — hard as stone, No man fights this world alone. From the famine fields to the rebel songs, We’ve been right here all along. Let them threaten, let them curse, We’ve crawled through hell and come back worse. By God, through blood, through fire, through hurt, We’re tough motherfuckers made from Irish dirt. **[Final Pain Hook — stripped back, crowd singing]** Oh mother, don’t cry, Your sons are not gone. They live in the thunder, They march in the song. Oh father, hold on, Your hands built the stone. No Irish child Will stand alone. **[Outro — slow chant, fading pipes]** Irish blood. Irish bone. Irish fire. Irish stone. Stand as one. Never kneel. Make them hear The iron feel. Ireland lives. Ireland roars. One tough bastard Forevermore.
