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 apperar 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
