Forth-clyde

Days are so dark I can't see it dawningI can't feel my hands anymoreI see the night and preach them courageEven when hope is in vainThere's no choice, for strength and honourIs accompanied by painHunt them downBack on to the shoreHunt them downWhere deep waters roarThe human blade of equation willDivide the fire from the smokeHistory will tell who prevailedSince ever blood sealed the times of oldI call on TaranaichFor to give us strengthThe wind blows coldWhen night descendsPredicting warThe night unfoldsFires of marching menLike an open scarSee the fires burnHere at Forth-ClydeCrawling forwardOh at Forth-ClydeThere in the darknessAt the edge of the worldIn the shadow of the empireThe wind blows coldCalling the words"Cohorts - Regather..."