1st Verse “I see you slippin’ away from my sight. My vision is dwindling, it can’t be the night?” The chivalrous |1| dragoons race toward the line. They bring crocks of barley, some honey, and wine. “I am the |2| Red Knight that charges with might! I soar like a grey hawk I’ve seen in |3| take-flight!” The birds of prey land on the bleak river forks. In their beaks, gripping, are three bloody torques. Chorus
It’s sad to remember those sickening years that shed the tears - TORQUES OF GOLD A dream of Earth, the dream of Seas, we rode with spears - TORQUES OF GOLD We brace ‘em bold - TORQUES OF GOLD We’re wise, not old - TORQUES OF GOLD 2nd Verse
The grey hawks flew in the mild, Southern wind. The champions of the |4| Red Branch Cycle defend. “I’m |5| Ross The Red of |6| Ulaidh; I’ve never failed! I’m the son, father’s the |7| High King; we prevailed! He saw you slippin’ away from his eyes. His sight returned, as the night filled with lies. “I weigh anchor hoist, ocean deep, then set sail. I search for new Earth, Southern wind, and the gale. Bridge
WE’VE BEEN TOLD YOUR PRIDE WAS SOLD, SO FACE THE BOLD.... STRIKE! (Lead: Shaftiel)