Текст песни To Hell or to Connaught - Bonus Track - Cruachan
We
fled
for
our
lives
on
a
winter's
eve,
Cold
but
unheeded,
we
left
with
speed.
The
roundheads
they
had
come
this
night,
Our
gallant
people?
But
blood
in
sight.
If
we
were
to
barter
for
our
lives,
We
would
wind
up
dead.
This
is
the
land
where
I
was
born
and
bred,
Am
I
a
coward
to
avoid
being
dead?
These
are
the
words
of
our
forefathers,
Long
ago,
in
a
time
of
fear.
They
say
"what
giveth
returns
time
thee"
Now
in
this
age,
we
will
wait
and
see.
Condemn
what
you
will
in
this
war
of
worlds,
Shout
if
you
want
amid
peaceful
slurs.
But
how
do
you
stop
a
charging
bull,
With
horns
of
steel
and
a
desire
to
cull?
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