Oh-oh Glorious land, that we've shaped with weary hands Oh-oh Merciless seas, that we've sailed on bended knees Oh-oh Great walls of stone, that we have built on shattered bones Oh Winter nights of black that we've endured on broken back We raise a glass and sing, our voices echoing throughout these halls We laughably dance but we will never forget what our history holds Oh oh.... Oh-oh Dreadfull dark, that we've lit with weary hearts Oh Ancient trees of old, that we have felt on bloodied souls Oh Windy stormy skies that we've survived with tired eyes Oh Mighty mountain range that we have scaled with fire in our veins We raise a glass and sing, our voices echoing throughout these halls We laughably dance but we will never forget what our history holds Oh oh.... We raise a glass and sing, our voices echoing throughout these halls We laughably dance but we will never forget what our history holds