The Sign from the North Side

Celtic power
 From the cape of Cornwall
 Cry of hope, angels cry
 This was omen, our sign, prediction
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 In this proud land I grew up strong
 My tears are flowing all around
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 The wind is twisting my sorrow
 Distant gate, gothic grave
 Through ages our clan still remain
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 Celtic power
 From the cape of Cornwall
 Cry of hope, angels cry
 This was omen, our sign, prediction
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 All through my life
 I have carried our ring
 The omen
 All this was the fragment from my life
 In this proud land I was born alone
 I was taught to fight, taught to win
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 They told me the way
 Of steel and secret
 I am the unburied child
 Child without a name
 Without fate
 I fight for peace and love
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 I am reborn