Sons of Erin-By Jesse Burson

[Intro] [Verse 1] On mist-kissed moors, our banners unfurl, Sons of Erin, hearts of fire, spirits unswerved. With swords unsheathed and eyes ablaze, We march to the rhythm of ancestral days. [Pre-Chorus] The harp's lament, the fiddle's cry, Echo through valleys where legends lie. From Tara's hill to the Cliffs of Moher, Our valor burns brighter than the clover. [Chorus] Hear the war drums beat, the battle cries, Sons of Erin, fierce and wise. Against invaders, we stand tall, Defenders of this emerald land, we heed the call. [Verse 2] In the shadowed glens, where banshees wail, We weave our fate, our destiny unveiled. The Morrigan dances, her prophecy clear, Warriors rise, casting aside fear. [Pre-Chorus] The harp's lament, the fiddle's cry, Echo through valleys where legends lie. From Tara's hill to the Cliffs of Moher, Our valor burns brighter than the clover. [Chorus] Hear the war drums beat, the battle cries, Sons of Erin, fierce and wise. Against invaders, we stand tall, Defenders of this emerald land, we heed the call. [Bridge] The ancient stones whisper secrets untold, Of Cú Chulainn's valor and warriors bold. We fight for kin, for sacred soil, In the name of Brigid, our spirits coil. [Outro] So raise your voices, sons and daughters, To the hills of freedom, across the waters. Sons of Erin, unyielding and free, In the heart of battle, we find our destiny. [Fade]