Where have ye all gone
Ye young Irish lads...
What about all ye children
Who’ll no longer have dads...
Why didn’t ye stop
And use your head to think...
Instead of ye fightin
Yourself with the drink...
......
In the lands before names
He was feared
A being of chaos and Uncertainty
Hatred he had
Crazed he was
Death he brought
Sculptor of madness
Born in the Boyne Valley tomb
Deemed a curse
......
In the lands before names
He was feared
A being of chaos and Uncertainty
Hatred he had
Crazed he was
Death he brought
Sculptor of madness
Born in the Boyne Valley tomb
Deemed a curse
......
Where have ye all gone
Ye young Irish lads...
What about all ye children
Who’ll no longer have dads...
Why didn’t ye stop
And use your head to think...
Instead of ye fightin
Yourself with the drink...
......