Irish blood, English heart
This I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And no regime can buy or sell me
I've been dreaming of a time when
to be English is not to be baneful
to be standing by the flag, not feeling shameful
racist or racial
Irish blood, English heart
this I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And I will die with both of my hands untied
I've been dreaming of a time when
the English are sick to death
of Labour, and Tories
and spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell
and denounce this royal line that still salute him
and will salute him
FOREVER...Echoes of rage shatter stone hate seeps through the cracks of wisdom molten tears of emptiness cracked wide open wretched inside out arcane fingers rip through my spine to find a way to my heart tear through the emptiness in search of forever flown away on wings of aggression lost in a cavernous tomb adorned with pride of the tribe of Judah twelve thousand were sealed I stand alone breathing time tormented shadows twist in agony at the tortured heaves of loves last breath the pain of what was bleeding the life out you'll never know the rage whit which I hate you'll never know the passion with which I love in my search cure becomes affliction a malignant infestation burrows through the soul hollow forsaken empty man the dust has life and the wind a soul still you carry your banner of perverted righteousness a crimson smile I stand alone breathing time