Lyrics:
Hold the heathen hammer high, never turn away
Ever true unto your forefathers stalwart stay
Hold the Heathen Hammer high with a battle cry
For the pagan
Forefathers
Dan Fogelberg
They came from Scandinavia, the land of midnight sun
And crossed the North Atlantic when this century was young
They'd
and Ripley
Where the ghost of childhood haunts me
Walk the roads my forefathers walked
Climb the trees my forefathers hung from
Ask those trees for all
his resting place
I'll make haste to learn and not waste
Everything my forefathers earned in tears
For my culture
Fall back again
Crawl from
you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers whom
sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight
Of one such man
And we will sing, we will sing
We will sing our own song
When the ancient drum rhythms ring
The voice of our forefathers sings
Forward Africa run,
Where so many cunning sons and daughters
Our fore mothers and forefathers
Came singing through slaughter
Came through hell and high water
So that we
In the Name of Scotland
Rise against English Crown, until freedom will be found
Like our forefathers did all their lives
Here I stand alone, waiting
they to a lesson was to our lesson
But raise a blessing, don't beat around it or be surrounded and dumbfounded
Some forefathers was forefathers
upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight
Of one such man
struggle through our lives
Though the generations wander
The lineage survives
And all of us
From dust to dust
We all become forefathers
By and by
Past Dyesburg and Ripley
Where the ghost of childhood haunts me
Walk the roads my forefathers walked
Climb the trees my forefathers hung from
Ask
I think of our forefathers
Treading cross that water
Wonder if they'd even bother
If they knew this is how it would be
We're changing the plan
Repudiate ancient forefathers of believe
I am the universal dogma
Structured hypnotism of the mind
Empowers the ancient ones to suppress
The corpus
Ripley
Where the ghost of childhood haunts me
Walk the roads my forefathers walked
Climbed the trees my forefathers hung from
Ask those trees for all their
Remember boy, that your forefather's died
Lost in millions for a country's pride
Never mention the trenches of Belgium
When they stopped fighting
Remember boy, that your forefather's died
Lost in millions for a country's pride
Never mention the trenches of Belgium
When they stopped fighting
the world
And also talks of Mount Rushmore being renamed as Mount Westmore
With America's forefathers being replaced by
The Westside Connection forefathers
cruel war,
In my forefather's home far away,
Who fled the first fammine wearing all that they own.
Were called navigators all ragged and torn,
and built
of our Forefathers beneath the earth
As I gaze at the things my Ancient ancestors left in the Mounds
I remember who I once Was
The realm of fairies
such corridors
Grasping for fleeting revelations
Dangerous inheritance
For what lurks below the surface
That our forefathers unleashed
Who holds
you see this life o
Nobody wey don go
Wey don come back
Even our forefathers na stories
Them ear na stories
ye e e go pain me o
If i find out say no
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