Raise Your Glass High
The Whiskey Stormers
Celtic Punk
About
Blistering distorted guitars clash with fast punk rhythms and lively tin whistle folk melody lines in this raw Celtic Punk anthem, fueled by thunderous bagpipes and bodhrán drums for unbridled pub energy. Anthemic gang choruses erupt with defiant shouts of rebellion and camaraderie, evoking chaotic street fights and whiskey-fueled triumphs. Gritty production keeps it authentic and rowdy, perfect for raising fists and glasses alike.
Lyrics
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Raise Your Glass High
The Whiskey Stormers
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