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We stood on the shoulders of giants

Like atlas with the burden of faith

We clasped our hands in praise

Of a conqueror’s right to tyranny

This is a language that has not passed

Our lips in one thousand years

So heretics I call to you

Partisans stand as one

Rebels raise your voices

If not then all is lost

This is the death of the Republic and make no mistake

The senate is lost and Zeus is laughing

So Mars God of war can you hurl a lightning bolt

To smash the temple of the blind

The Tiber is over flowing with the blood of innocent men

And so we stood, among thieves, liars and murderers

Whose names shall live in eternal rest and infamy

Disgraced kings enshrined with their pious men

Who ruled us all with the bloodied spear of destiny

You knew my name before I was born

You knew my death from the moment it passed my lips

This is the death of the Republic

Dead and gone with Pearse in the grave

Haunted to the end by the ghosts of Connolly’s army

Skeletal fingers on the trigger of Collins' demise

And Parnell’s dreams are turned to nothing but dust

«And I say to my people’s masters: beware, beware of the

thing that is coming, beware of the risen people, who shall

take what we would not give.

Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is stronger

than life and than men’s desire to be free?»

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