Still is the ghost For too long now And the desecrated graves of our forebears Through the chambers of time The threads of hope That harness the echoing call. The spirit of Éireann Anchored to roots and haunting whispers On the wind In the water Once wild but wild, still. Rise up! Awaken! Roar!! Be still no more! Oh, god..I hope thats not too patriotic for a Friday night. Damn you uilleann pipes...You get me, every time.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 00:40:00 +0000
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