Brother to brother

Brother to brother, head to head we fight
like napam flashes bombs explode tonight
as barbarians we slaughter adult and child
depends on the side who you think is right.

On the battlefield of streets our souls die
burning to a crisp our skulls and bones
and when the dark once again is the light
we return to the sanctity of our homes.

But for now we have to continue the fight
spy down fair moon, all we consider worth
as another bomb expodes at you in the air
echoes of parting souls on Ireland's earth.

A street where a hundred corpses now lie
the romance of war no longer lives there
these men were born to kill or just die
in the land of emerald, death fills the air.