Warriors of the World United

Warriors of the World United Feat. Angus Mcfife, Saltatio Mortis, Melissa Bonny

Brotherhood

Todsünden

The Final Countdown

Interludium

Armata Strigoi

We Are the Wild

Dislike to False Metal

Sober

Aussie metal.

Lyrics:

Down in the town of Glenrowan, the coppers came to play,
But Ned and his mates had armour for the fray.
His father was a convict, Ned was a battler’s son,
Raised beneath the gums and burning sun.

With a tin-plated helm and a heart full of fire,
He stared down the troopers, pistols raised high.
From Euroa to Jerilderie, his legend would swell,
The ironclad outlaw who gave the coppers hell!

Raise yer pots and shout it loud,
Ned Kelly stands unbowed!
Through smoke and shot, he’ll never fall,
Australia’s son, the Iron Outlaw!

Ned!

Ned!

“Such is life,” he reckoned, with a grin half sly,
A battlin’ bushranger, too wild to die.
From stringybark hills to the Murray’s bend,
He fought for his mates till the bitter end.

Chain ‘em, flog ‘em, call ‘em rogue,
The squattocracy writ their code.
But the battler’s cry still shakes the land,
The bush takes the side of the workin’ man!

Ned!

Ned!

Raise yer pots and shout it loud,
Ned Kelly stands unbowed!
Through smoke and shot, he’ll never fall,
Australia’s son, the Iron Outlaw!

So here’s to Ned, pat his armoured back,
Through bullet storms in the outback.
From the dusty roads to the jailhouse wall,
We’ll sing of the Kelly who outshone ‘em all!

[Narrated]
"In the year 1880. At Melbourne jail...Ned Kelly, the notorious bush-ranger outlaw was hung by his neck until dead... His homemade armour riddled with bullet pocks... His legend forever in the memories of Australians." 


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