Verse 1 The moon hangs low, a solemn gaze, O’er battlefields in ashen haze, Blood stains the earth beneath our tread, Where valiant hearts meet their last thread. Pre-Chorus Steel screams sharp as shadows creep, One stands tall where death runs deep. Chorus (Call-and-Response) Raise your glass to the warrior’s cry! (Oh, aye, let their honor never die!) Where courage stands and heroes vie! (Oh, aye, ‘neath the storm-torn sky!) Fiddles wail, bodhrán thunders loud, Shanty lifts on this hallowed ground. Verse 2 A raven wheels through skies of dread, Murmuring tales of the valiant dead, Though blades grow blunt, their spirits blaze, In fire and ash, the tide will raise. Pre-Chorus Steel screams sharp as shadows creep, One stands tall where death runs deep. Chorus (Call-and-Response) Raise your glass to the warrior’s cry! (Oh, aye, let their honor never die!) Where courage stands and heroes vie! (Oh, aye, ‘neath the storm-torn sky!) Fiddles wail, bodhrán thunders loud, Shanty lifts on this hallowed ground. Bridge Hark! The drums roll fierce and far, A beating heart through the scars of war, Tin whistle keens, a soul’s last flight, Ascends in glory to eternal night. Outro Chorus (Rousing Climax with Group Vocals) Raise your glass to the warrior’s cry! (Oh, aye, let their honor never die!) Where courage stands and heroes vie! (Oh, aye, ‘neath the storm-torn sky!) Fiddles soar, bodhrán shakes the ground, Our shanty roars where their souls are crowned— Oh, eternal flame, forever renowned!
