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CHAIN OF DOGS LYRICS
"Chain of Dogs" (2006 Demo)
1. Chain of Dogs
2. Follow me up Carlow
3. Tooth and Jaw
4. Foggy Dew
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 FitzWilliam 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
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