paroles de chanson Death Of The Celts - Iron Maiden
The
road
it
winds
uphill
all
the
way
Ride
to
glory
on
this
day
Remember
now
to
do
him
so
proud
In
God
we
trust,
cry
it
out
loud
Redeem
my
salve
of
winning
ways
Remember
all
the
darkest
days
Of
that
I
know
will
see
me
tread
Walketh
upon
the
field
of
the
dead
The
burden
of
blood,
the
breaketh
of
bone
The
battlefield
now
I
make
it
my
own
The
glory
of
the
morning
we
make
Praying
the
rose
is
still
awake
Lord
above,
my
spirit
says
Death
is
not
proud,
no
more,
no
less
Power
of
my
soul
will
be
free
Deliver
us
on
to
victory
Wither
a
pain
that's
almost
a
joy
Wander
there,
my
heart
will
destroy
Dreaming
of
days
of
our
youth
again
Strangely,
no
wonder
memories
remain
Pour
thy
scorn
upon
the
realm
Pity
me
none
at
the
gates
of
our
hell
For
I
am
but
a
messenger
one
Sent
to
do
reckoning,
what
must
be
done
Praying
to
our
wretched
doom
Liberty,
freedom,
maybe
death
looms
Wishing
upon
a
fair
display
Hoping
our
cause
done,
faithfully
Wayward
thunder
over
rain
Giving
me
time
to
think
again
Send
to
their
graves
on
this
day
Silent
where
the
battle
dead
lay
Vengeance
is
for
all
who
lay
dead
I
have
no
fear,
my
body
has
bled
I
will
live
on
in
rebirth
again
Come
to
me
now,
embrace
it
my
friend
Spirits
cry
for
a
god
from
the
grave
In
darkness,
fortune
favours
the
brave
Dying,
a
warrior
Celt
has
no
fear
Immortal,
for
he
will
live
evermore
Dying,
a
warrior
Celt
has
no
fear
Immortal,
for
he
will
live
evermore
Think
I
am,
that
I'm
almost
there
Following
now
the
depths
of
despair
Beyond
the
light,
darkness
will
fall
Coming
to
take
the
life
from
us
all
Following
now
where
god
can't
explain
Bidding
fairwell,
the
life
I'd
have
gained
Following
those
who
came
from
hell
Came
to
witness
the
death
of
the
Celts
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