No Snakes on God's Island (St. Patrick of Ireland)

Christus vincit, christus regnat
Patricius, apostolus hiberniae

Stolen from britain, chained in pain
Six years a slave in wind and rain
Shepherd boy beneath pagan skies
Crying to heaven with tear-filled eyes

God spoke fire into broken bones
Rise and flee, you're not alone
Crossed the sea, returned a man
But heaven wrote a harder plan

Not escape
But holy war
Back to the land
That broke him before

Stand, saint patrick
Storm of faith on emerald ground
Chains turned swords when Christ was found
Fire, on, tara
Darkness falls when heaven roars
Ireland belongs to Christ once more

Kings and druids ruled by fear
Blood-stained altars, demon seers
At tara hill the flame was raised
Against the laws of pagan days

He lit the paschal fire so bright
Challenged the king, challenged the night
Magic failed, false gods fell
The gospel thundered louder than hell

Not trickery
Not spell
But cross and creed
The idols fell

Stand, saint patrick
Breaker of druid chains
Christ the king forever reigns
Fire, on, tara
From stone and blood to altar and bell
He stormed the gates of hell

Three leaves raised in weathered hand
Trinity taught across the land
Father, son, spirit one
Ireland baptized, war begun

Monasteries rose from ash and stone
Schools of saints and scribes were grown
When rome fell dark and culture died
Irish monks kept light alive

From island flame
To world reborn
The west was saved
By what he formed

Stand, saint patrick
Father of ireland's soul
Forged a nation baptized whole
Fire, on, tara
From cliffs to seas the bells still cry
Christ our king on high

Lorica sancti patricii
Christ before me, Christ behind me
Christ within me

Old and scarred but never bent
Prayed till death, no regret
Not gold he sought, not throne nor fame
Only souls for Jesus' name

He fell to earth but ireland stood
Saints and martyrs from his blood
His banner flies through centuries
Green land crowned in sanctity

Empires fade
But faith remains
The cross still reigns
Through patrick's flame

Stand, saint patrick
Apostle of emerald fire
Ireland lifted higher and higher
Fire, on, tara
Darkness shattered, Christ enthroned
The island claimed as his own

Stand, saint patrick
From slave to saint, from chain to crown
He tore the pagan kingdoms down
Christ, cross, victory
The shamrock still proclaims his name
Saint patrick lives in flame

Sancte patrici, ora pro nobis
Apostole hiberniae
Amen