The sky was black with grief & anger, br The rain, it fell with the strength of steel, br Ireland wept for a fallen son br As his soul & spirit was delivered to freedom. br br The legends of Ireland mourned as one br As the strength was taken from Bobby Sands, br Cuchulainn's spirit awoke the fighting souls br Who saw a hero perish within a British jail. br br The ghost of Ireland’s heroes br they walk again once more, br the battlecry has been raised br to rid the British from Ireland’s shores. br br Freedom's bird hid within her nest br As Bobby Sands was laid to rest, br Within the midnight sky, among the brightest stars, br His words are forever echoed, Tiocfaidh Ar La.