My skin has grown too old
Too weak to face the cold
Cold sound of your last breath
Your head against my chest
Rust on my fingernails
I'm going off the rails
My heart is far from free
Find me and you will see
The Final Line is here
And hope is near
But my heart remains broken
It's my chance to be heard
But the fight endured
My rage was awoken
Fine line of life and death
My comrades lay to rest
Cannons fire on the beat
We are facing defeat
Look what I have become
Necking this glass of rum
Drown my sorrows in this blend
My life I could not mend
The Final Line is here
And hope is near
But my heart remains broken
It's my chance to be heard
But the fight endured
My rage was awoken
The Final Line is here
And hope is near
But my heart remains broken
It's my chance to be heard
But the fight endured
My rage was awoken
Ireland through us
Summons her children to her flag
And stikes for her freedom
My homeland has been taken
The fallen and forsaken
Oppressors will attack
Wearing the tan and black
But things are not too late
This cannot be our fate
Our pride without a flaw
Singing Tiocfaidh Ár Lá
The Final Line is here
And hope is near
But my heart remains broken
My rage was awoken
The Final Line is here
And hope is near
But my heart remains broken
My rage was awoken