Fists Raised in the Forge
Blaggard Forge Furies
Celtic Punk
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Blistering distorted guitars rip through fast punk rhythms, fused with haunting tin whistle folk melody lines and bagpipe surges for an explosive Celtic Punk assault. Anthemic gang choruses erupt in rowdy defiance, driven by gritty drums, fiddle scrapes, and bodhrán thumps in a raw, pub-brawl production that captures unbreakable worker rebellion. High-octane energy perfect for raucous crowds chanting along.
Lyrics
Worn boots high, let the glasses clash Rebel hearts, in a thunderous bash Down the hatch, we'll never bow Sing it loud, we're unbreakable now Broken backs from the endless grind Dreams stolen, left us blind But in the smoke we find our spark Fists raised high into the dark Pour it high Pour it high Let the glasses clash Rebel hearts, in a thunderous bash Down the hatch, we'll never bow Sing it loud, we're unbreakable now No kings No kings No kings, no rules, no lies to swallow We'll dance through the storm Tomorrow we dance So long, we'll be damned We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free We're free
Fists Raised in the Forge
Blaggard Forge Furies
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