Bael Na Mblath (mouth Of Flowers)

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