Empyrean - Taimid Bas d'Eirinn

Twelve days on the marbles of Armagh
we feast and we laugh and we sing
not flesh of men nor mortal decay
have we but the heart of kings

Now raise up your colors, lads!
for Ireland we die
and die in indomitable voice
for the dusking tides to carry their ships
with the weight of two hundred years

The spirit of our ancestors cry out to the winds!
with my back to my sons and my heart to the east
Taimid bas deirinn!
dilis! Ardri!