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Erin's War Cry

ÉIRINN GO BRÁCH – WAR CHANT OF THE UNBROKEN This track is not a song—it’s a battle cry. Forged from centuries of resistance, blood memory, and unbroken spirit, this anthem summons the voices of Ireland’s past and drags them into the present. Ancient war shouts collide with modern aggression as drums stomp like marching boots and chants echo like ghosts on a battlefield. This is rage with history behind it. Fury with purpose. From “ÉIRÍGÍ!” to “FAUGH A BALLAGH!”, every line is carved from defiance—against conquest, against erasure, against kneeling. The ancestors march in the verses. The hooks are forged in fire. The outro is a vow: never again in chains. This track is for: Those who carry history in their bones Those who refuse crowns, tyrants, and forced obedience Those who know that unity is strength — Ní neart go cur le chéile Turn it up loud. Let it shake walls. Let it remind the world: The Irish do not disappear. They rise. They roar. And they are remembered. ÉIRINN GO BRÁCH. TIocfaidh ár lá. ⚔️🔥🇮🇪 (40 voices shouting in unison, deep & stomping) THIS… IS… WAR! NO MERCY! NO MERCY! ÉIRINN GO BRÁCH! ÉIRINN GO BRÁCH! “ÉISTIGH! ÉIRÍGÍ! ÉIRINN ABÚÚÚÚÚ!!” “A MHAIC NA hÉIREANN—ÉIRÍGÍ! A CHLANN NA FOLA—TÉIGÍ I gCOINNE AN NAMHAD!” “ARDIGH AN FUIL! CRÁC NA CLAÍMH! SCREADAIGÍ—ÉIRINN GO BRÁÁÁÁÁÁCH!” Verse 1 (Growled lead vocals, backing gang echoes on last words) Our people need a spark— a firestorm to ignite the revolt (REVOLT!) Stop actin’ the maggot— these ragged, blood-worn lives (BLOOD-WORN!) are tired of kneelin’ in the dirt. Was it not enough? Did England grind us so low that even our shadows learned to snarl? Is fear an tsláinte ná na táinte— Health over wealth— but they stole both from us. Now we rise with blades that remember every wound we ever carried. Hook (Battle Chant Style) (Drums pounding, gang backing vocals chanting each line behind the lead) We are the Irish! (IRISH! IRISH!) We don’t run— (NEVER!) We don’t hide— (NEVER!) We break the wills that try to break ours. We are the Irish! (WAR-BORN!) Your armies whisper our name in fear. We cried long enough. Now tears turn to steel. We’ll never be England’s bride— we’d sooner burn the altar and salt the ashes. Verse 2 Rise up— tear open the sky with your war-cry! (WAR-CRY!) Éirinn go Brách! Tiocfaidh ár lá! Our day—our vengeance—will come. Lámh láidir abú! Fustine-stelly-aboo! Our ancestors march behind us, ghosts gripping rusted swords that still scream for judgment. Their wrath lives in our bones. Their fury sharpens our hands. Bridge (Ominous & Echoed) May the road rise to meet the feet of warriors returning from bloodshed. May the wind howl like wolves at our backs. May the sun burn its courage into our scars, and rains fall soft once the battlefield cools. Until we meet again— may God hold you in His hand as you charge into the jaws of slaughter. Hook (Stronger, Final Pass) We are Irish! (IRELAND! IRELAND!) We don’t run— we charge. We don’t hide— we strike. We kneel to no tyrant and bow to no crown. We are Irish— so run, hide, pray— for we carry the rage of a thousand buried warriors. We won’t bend for England’s son— we’d rather shatter the earth beneath him. Verse 3 (Final Battle Surge) Faugh a ballagh! Faugh a ballagh! Clear the path— or be split where you stand. This is our day— sunrise bleeds red over renegade ranks. Vengeance marches with us, its hands stained and eager. Never count the Irish out— we were forged under centuries of chains, and every broken shackle became a weapon. We rise. We roar. And the world will remember our name in fear and fire. Outro ÉIRINN GO BRÁCH! FAUGH A BALLAGH! FAUGH A BALLAGH! TIocfaidh ár lá! TIocfaidh ár lá! LÁMH LÁIDIR ABÚ! LÁMH LÁIDIR ABÚ! NÍ NEART GO CUR LE CHÉILE! NÍ NEART GO CUR LE CHÉILE! ÉIRINN ABÚ! ÉIRINN ABÚ! ÉIRINN ABÚ! “BRÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁCH!!