the hands of time have spoken for the chosen ones
cold steel glistens in the dawning sun
destiny and claidemaugh that embraces me
all here to sacrifice for victory
hidden in the shadows where the cold wind comes
a mist queen dances for her fallen sons
for here you die where you stand
it's chance that brings the rory's to this foreign land
the crimson and the claidemaugh make you strangers to fear
a thin red streak tipped with a line of steel
all for the thin red line
all for the thin red line
for all the gallant hillmen she's seen fought and die
red is for the heroes green is for the brave
soldiers would you leave me with no souls to save
all for the thin red line
all for the thin red line
all for the thin red line