Fists in the Air
Whiskey Storm Brigade
Celtic Punk
About
A high-octane Celtic Punk banger driven by fast punk rhythms on distorted guitars and pounding drums, intertwined with soaring tin whistle folk melody lines and bagpipe wails that evoke raw pub chaos. The anthemic gang chorus explodes with rowdy harmonies, fists-pumping energy, and rebellious shouts, all captured in gritty production blending punk distortion with lively acoustic folk instruments for an authentic, sweat-soaked live feel. Clocking in at around 152 seconds, it's a defiant call to arms perfect for rowdy crowds.
Lyrics
Boy! Boy! Raise your glass! We're breaking free tonight! We're breaking free tonight! Fists in the air! Voices unite! Rebels forever! We own the night! Calloused hands gripping bottles of gold Stories of struggle struggle fierce and bold They try to tame us lock us in cages But we laugh in their faces turning the pages Drink up me lads, let the wild winds blow We're the storm coming, stealing the show Fists in the air! Voices unite! Rebels forever! We own the night! No more bending, no more kneeling low We're rising together, letting the fury flow From the depths we crawl into the roar This is our anthem, hear us implore! Hear us implore Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh never back down rebels forever rebels forever fade into the night rebels forever fade into the roar hey
Fists in the Air
Whiskey Storm Brigade
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