Foggy Dew
Wotan Lyrics

As down the glen one Easter morn
One morning on Easter, I rode down the glen.

To a city fair rode I
I rode to a fair in the city.

There armed lines of marching men
I saw lines of armed men marching by.

In squadrons passed me by
These men passed me by in their respective squadrons.

No pipe did hum, no battle drum
The atmosphere was notably quiet.

Did sound it's loud tattoo
I could hear no sound of battle.

But the angelus bells
Despite the lack of other sounds, the bells of the angelus were heard.

O'er the liffey swells
The sound of these bells traveled over the swells of the Liffey river.

Rang out in the foggy dew
Their ringing mixed with the foggy dew.

Right proudly high in Dublin town
Dublin did not cower in the face of war.

Hung they out a flag of war
Dublin displayed a flag of war.

'Twas better to die 'neath
It is better to die fighting for one's own land.

An Irish sky
Under the sky of one's own country.

Than at suvla or sud el bar
Than far away, where others dictate one's fate.

And from the plains of royal Meath
Strong men of Meath heeded the call of duty.

Strong men came hurrying through
These men were eager to fight for their country.

While Britannia's Huns
The enemy bore the stamp of a foreign power.

With their long range-guns
Technologically superior, but aiming to impose themselves on others.

Sailed in through the foggy dew
They came prepared to fight even in foggy, challenging conditions.

The bravest fell
The battle took its toll on the bravest of soldiers.

And the requiem bell
The somber sound of the requiem bell represents the cost of war.

Rang mournfully and clear
It continued to toll, signaling loss and sadness.

For those who died that Easter-tide
The bell tolls for those who lost their lives during that Easter season.

In the springing of the year
During the time when everything else is renewing itself.

While the world did gaze
As the world watched in wonder.

With deep amaze
With a profound sense of awe.

At those fearless men but few
The world saw a small number of men standing up for their nation, unafraid.

Who bore the fight
These men carried the weight and cost of the battle.

That freedom's light
So that the light of freedom might continue to burn.

Might shine through the foggy dew
Through the challenging and difficult conditions, they stood up for their liberty.

And back though
As I rode back towards home.

The glen I rode again
I rode back down the glen, alone with my thoughts.

And my heart with grief was sore
My heart was heavy with sadness at the loss of such valiant men.

For I parted then with valiant men
A sense of sadness at having to say goodbye to brave soldiers.

Whom I never shall see more
I knew I would never cross paths with these men again.

But to and fro
In my dreams, though.

In my dreams I go
I travel back in time in my mind's eye.

And I kneel and pray for you
I kneel and pray for the brave men who gave their lives for their country.

For slavery fled
As a result of their sacrifice, slavery has been defeated.

Oh, glorious dead
Those who lost their lives battling for their country are greatly revered.

When you fell in the foggy dew
Their heroic fall has been etched into history forever, remembered with great respect.