Celtic Fire by Boz

Down  in  the valley as the dawn breaks, you  can  hear  the
march of boots as the men wake.

Somewhere, in the celtic hills a wolf howls in the soul of a miner.
In his heart a fire burns and in his ears the crash of iron and the yells of fighting echo.
In the depths of the forest his children sleep, in the skies his Gods watch
and in the sea his enemies wait.

Down  in  the valley as the dawn breaks, you  can  hear  the
march of boots as the men wake.

Fragments by Boz