Alexandra

The mountains cry, the blood from my wounds, it is scarred

Upon my face, her hands touch the wind, and trees protect our faith

In the green of Ireland, the land where we once were free, the war

Came to call us, as a soldier, I must take charge, but my love, I leave

My Alexandra, my brave heart, you carry me with you, on the horses back

The shield I carry, the sword I will hold, as I fight for our valleys, our castles

The gates will not be broken, the clovers will live again, and my life with you

I shall cherish, with the bagpipes playing, the marching of defeat, our path

Will take us onward, to the cross of Celtic honor, my life will bleed for peace

Until I hold, my fine, Alexandra, I will kneel, before her ivory soft feet, and kiss them

As my thirst for her lips, the charm in her smile, I give the world of the Irish

Tearing down the angry souls, who dare to lead us in sin, we shall never perish

As the raven stares into their eyes, and pecks them hollow, I shall be free, with thee