No more pretending
No mre deny
When the sun goes down
Will I know who wears the crown
No more deceiving
No more grieving
When the sun goes down
Will I know who wears the crown
There you stood in front of me
Dressed in glory
White to see
Spell-bound on the deep blue skies
Created on high
Cold and warm you set one’s heart
‘Cause you’re the mighty one
Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi/ go h-iomla/n
Nach aoibhinn an radharc
Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi/ is glo/r do Dhia
Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi/
Nach aoibhinn an radharc
Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi/ go h-iomla/n
Travel on a journey task
Expedition
Breathless mask
Vision seen with glaring eyes
On top of the world
Trace the footsteps gone before
Yes, you’re the mighty one
Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi/ go h-iomla/n
Nach aoibhinn an radharc
Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi/ is glo/r do Dhia
Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi/
Nach aoibhinn an radharc
Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi/ go h-iomla/n