The rider

Shadows falling and my mind departs,
beneath the dark of the fading black hearts,
venomous and bleeding again
through my pain what I feel is the end,
they took what's dear to me,
I gave them pain and made them bleed.
Raise up your swords,
and take up arms with me,
to be free.
Raise up your swords,
cut down your enemy,
we'll water the fields with blood.
I ride against the crown,
I pull this martyr kingdom down,
one man out for death,
what I feel is the kiss of death,
I scale the wall, these cities fall,
their heads will roll, I'll kill them all.
Every man dies, not every man really lives, for freedom.
Her Celtic sons, are English slaves no more.