Braveheart (Pipes And Pints)

This on is dedicated to all the bravehearts! I was kicking for a team of blue angels Entering gates of burning hell Walking through the purgatory Facing all the sorrow How many aces does death hold in its hands? This goes out to the bravehearts Depending on the call Running into a rain of fire Or sticking our hands in a bloodbath Smelling sweat or breath of death Our hearts will never calm down This goes out to the bravehearts Now farewell, we have to go There is a braveheart in each and one of you I believe this is true There is a braveheart in each and one of you This goes out to the bravehearts