From the Emerald Isle A demigod brought forth On the bay of the Dundalk Is a champion to be formed At the age of seven Owns the battlefield Taken only with him are his javelin and his spear As the rage burns within him He loses all of his pain As his foes fall beneath him Blood and iron rule the land With the strength of masses He grows into a beast Bodies fall beneath him Let the wolf of Saxons feast In the throes of conflict Morphs into a rage Calling on his father to condone his glory days As the rage burns within him He loses all of his pain As his foes fall beneath him Blood and iron rule the land He takes his sword and spear and holds them high For all he knows is blood and iron He takes his sword and spear and holds them high For all he knows is blood and iron