1. CHAIN OF DOGS

Bear witness, historian, to what's happening here
Seven cities will rise in a tide of blood and fear
United by hatred for the empire we brought
To spill the lives of our children in the blood-soaked mud

Coltaine, coltaine, coltaine of the crow
Lead your chain of dogs, lead us now

Like a chain of dogs snapping at your heels
Thousands of refugees protected by your steel
The nobles have no love for you they'll betray you when They can
Yet the wrath of the whirlwind would kill them to a man

Coltaine, coltaine, coltaine of the crow
Lead your chain of dogs, lead us now

Chain of dogs!

Is there no place left to run no place left to hide
From the renegade butcher the peasant army and the tribes

They bite the hand that more than feeds them, keeps them Alive
Scorn you a barbarian, their only way to survive
They left you to the pain their enemy devised
Until merciful death released your soul to fly

Coltaine, coltaine, coltaine of the crow
Lead your chain of dogs, lead us now

Chain of dogs!

They will put you to the sword, or on the sliding beds
But the Dogslayers will pay for your death

Chain of dogs!


2. FOLLOW ME UP CARLOW

Lift maccahir og your face
Brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black fitz william stormed your place,
Drove you to the Fern
Grey said victory was sure
Soon the firebrand he'd secure;
Until he met at glenmalure
With feach machugh o'byrne.

From tassagart to clonmore,
There flows a stream of saxon gore
Oh, great is rory oge o'more,
At sending loons to hades.
White is sick and lane is fled,
Now for black fitzwilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red,
To Liza and her ladies.

Curse and swear lord kildare,
Feach will do what feach will dare
Now fitzwilliam, have a care
Fallen is your star, low.
Up with halberd out with sword
On we'll go for by the lord
Feach machugh has given the word,
Follow me up to carlow.

See the swords of glen imayle,
Flashing o'er the english pale
See all the children of the gael,
Beneath o'byrne's banners
Rooster of the fighting stock,
Would you let a saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock,
Fly up and teach him manners.

Curse and swear lord kildare...

See the swords of glen imayle...


3. TOOTH AND JAW

City born and bred the thirst got in our heads
We claim no woods we claim no fields we're only claiming Death
When the hunting call is raised we will heed and chase you Down
To see the fear that's in your eyes when we tear you to The ground

Tooth and jaw!

Thrashing in the moonlight
Growing hair and fangs
This is the hunting season
The howling has begun

Is this a blessing or a curse that by moonlight we reverse
To a shape that Mother Nature surely never meant for us to Be
But the damage is done and we're out for blood and guts
Our pack is as one there'll be nothing left to rot

Tooth and jaw!

Thrashing in the moonlight...

But we're not just wolves
We're still half man
We know who to look for
Whose life to end
So when we feast on your bones
Rest assured of one thing
You sought the end we brought on you
Now the punishment begins

Tooth and jaw!

Thrashing in the moonlight...
Growing hair and fangs
This is the hunting season
The howling has begun

Tooth and jaw!


4. FOGGY DEW

'Twas down the glen one easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When Ireland's line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum; no battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo
But the angelus bell o'er the liffey's swell
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high over dublin town
They flung out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an irish sky
Than at suvla or sud el bar.
And from the plains of royal meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While britannia's sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.

'Twas england bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by suvla's waves
Or the fringe of the grey north sea
Oh had they died by pearse's side,
Or had fought with cathal brugha
Their graves we'd keep where the fenians sleep,
'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.

But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that eastertide
In the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, with deep amaze,
At those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.

Ah, back through the glen I rode again,
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I'd kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, o glorious dead,
When you fell in the foggy dew