No matter how hard it gets, I'll rage against the dying of the light I have no regrets, When we have burned so very bright. CHORUS ----------- Blow, blow, blow them all away Blow, blow, blow them all away It's such a shame we never Got to make it through It's such a shame we never Got to make it through May your God be with you. ----------- Where do I begin? A summers day and a peasant wedding A glass was raised to the King A blade was raised for a mock beheading. CHORUS A beast is running wild, Feeding on the fears of men It will protect and provide Until the time when it turns on them. Where will it end? There seems no end to the tides of war Blow the memories away And try to live like we did before. CHORUS