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The Gulf's Guiding Lights


Ríoghnach Locha Eachach            


Fly, these arrows; pray, strike true
Bolts to pierce the armor yon
Rush, my comrades; I'll find you
On ground or sky with armor donned

Ring, O drumbeats' pow'rful sound
O'er clang of steel and loose of bow
In our ears our heartbeats pound
For these moments when we live most!

Onward, onward points of ten!
Our star is our guiding light
Sable and or upon our shields
And royalty to bear our wills
Onward, onward ten points!

Raise your polearms high, my friends
The flags and banners fly for us
See that our glory never ends
As we prepare to meet their rush

The sun bears down on us this day
Our enemies press tightly in
Let us charge into the fray
And start the mourning of their kin!

Onward, onward points of three
Our star is our guiding light
Azure and argent upon our shields
And royalty to bear our wills
Onward, onward three points!

Harken, all ye soldiers true
Bearing arms or water cold
Hear that this song is for you
To sing your way to glory bold!

Onward, onward points of thee
Our stars are our guiding lights
With honor we raise our shields
And cups to those who bear our wills
Onward, onward star points!



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