Unbury The Horn

Celtibeerian

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This is my land,
I was born a free man
And here is where I stand
You're now waging war,
And you'll get what you sow
From seeds of greed and gore
We could have lived in peace,
But you've chosen siege,
And for that you shall bleed

Our lives you might take,
But we'll answer with rage,
With the fury of the celts
Carved on bronze plaques
Our names will prevail
Gods from days of yore,
Prepare us for war!
Tonight I'll take the fight
To defend my land with pride
By taking this side, by right
You make me unbury the horn
To defend my home

We'll strike like a gale
On plain or on dale
Forging an epic tale
Bronze and iron we wield,
Sword, pike and shield,
To meet you on the battlefield