Orthodox Celts - Green Roses

At the crack of the dawn thunder and lightning crossed the way
The shadow of knight waited to see the bright light of the day
Nobody saw his bitter tears through the dark veil of rain
The river of blood under his feet run wild again and again

The green roses will grow
While green fields turn to red
Only memory remains
Of hero and his faith

He just stood and he stared with a sword in his hand
Under the bridge of rainbow's gold he fought for his land
The black crow stole his destiny and flew from the cross
Flyin' high, goin' so far to take his soul away

- hvala Devojcica iz vode