Scotland, 1528, a stake was primed, a heretic must die
The son of royal blood, Patrick Hamilton,
A young scot now awaits his sacrifice
A man of the cloth came to comfort
Then looking through this martyr’s eyes saw the eyes of God
But for Patrick the hour grew dim
In the courtyard, restless people calling out his lot
“Saved by grace” lingered in the air
As heavy as the smoke of burning flesh
The taunting of this earth no longer bound
A saint inflamed with Godliness
Oh mighty celt, do you really think you’ll matter that far along
Why do you put yourself through hell
No one’s standin in the courtyard singin your song
Oh mighty celt, do you really, really think you’ll matter that far along
Why do you put yourself through hell
No one’s standin in the courtyard singin your song
From then on the church was never the same
Others joined in bittersweet ending
Odium Fidei
At the hands of the enemy for the faith
The voices of the martyrs still echo through the land
Ignited by the fires of our brothers’ long gone
They burn heavy on our hearts today
Burning passion won’t go away until Kingdom come
We’ll die for our belief in the one true God
Jesus, His one begotten Son
The Holy Bible, the final Word,
Will govern our lives with perfect love
Oh mighty celt, know you really do matter this far along
Here now in the Bible belt
As we stand in the church pews singin your song
Peaceful warrior
We stand with you, we trust your God
Yeshua, the Saviour,
Soon He’ll come and prove our righteous cause
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Taught us how to live
Taught us how to die
Oh mighty celt, know you really do matter this far along
Here now in the Bible belt
As we stand in the church pews singin your song
Peaceful warrior
We stand with you, we trust your God
Yeshua, the Saviour,
Soon He’ll come and prove our righteous cause
