Forth-Clyde

Days are so dark I can't see it dawning I can't feel my hands anymore I see the night and preach them courage Even when hope is in vain There's no choice, for strength and honor Is accompanied by pain Hunt them down Back on to the shore Hunt them down Where deep waters roar The human blade of equation will Divide the fire from the smoke History will tell who prevailed Since ever blood sealed the times of old I call on Taranaich For to give us strength The wind blows cold When night descends Predicting war The night unfolds Fires of marching men Like an open scar See the fires burn Here at Forth-Clyde Crawling forward Oh at Forth-Clyde There in the darkness At the edge of the world In the shadow of the empire The wind blows cold Calling the words Cohorts Regather --- Forth-Clyde - Suidakra