Ghosts of Easter Rising

We wait for the siren
 The crimson horizon
 The right of our passage
 Into promised land
 The conflict approaching
 Adversaries waiting
 Just beyond the threshold of our gates
 By Your hand
 We make our stand
 They'll heed our command
 And flee this land
 My bloodline is reaching
 From beyond and through me
 Calling all the righteous
 To our vital quest
 Our history it hinges
 On victory within us
 Father, make these fists like brass
 By Your hand
 We make our stand
 They'll heed our command
 And flee this land
 The killers of mercy
 They occupy and justify, invading, dividing
 But we will look them in the eyes
 Converge, descend upon the fields of Easter Rising
 Now go before me
 By Your strength we rectify this
 Sacrifice, avenge
 Sacrifice, avenge
 Sacrifice, avenge
 Sacrifice, avenge
 By Your hand
 We make our stand
 They'll heed our command
 And flee this land
 By Your hand
 We make our stand
 They'll heed our command
 And flee this land