moonlight shines upon the gallows of men stretched by their necks by british crown they suffer so, swinging in the winter air centuries of terror follow centuries of blood the red ride through the countryside bringing forceful rule mothers bury sons and daughters, into irish soil they rot
in the realm of summer stars, patriots do march saint patrick sheds a tear for martyrs who will die red eyes gleam, white lips twitch, the devil draws a smile nearby fog dresses corpses at night, and dusk brings safe escape slaves of wind from northern land drive angels from their homes a pilgrimage of stars leads right to hell's own gates
followed by demons' shadows, our homeland isn't safe tyranny the bitter friend to those with evil in their souls prisoners will not make amends, for bloodshed is fate as coffins line cobbled streets the bastards still watch o'er no savior comes to aid the saints the funerals still proceed black clouds mark the end of english rule, of english law
the queen has shut her eyes to the torment of common man the queen will have a pauper's grave for stealing irish land apparitions rise up from the mist and appear on easter morn from the sea the dead arise and to the castle they storm hail mary full of grace, rebel hearts have won today heaven's doors swing open wide as terrorists enter free
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