Luyện nghe bài hát Bael Na Mblath (Mouth Of Flowers)

moonlight shines the
gallows of men by
their
by british crown suffer so,
in the winter air
centuries of terror
centuries of
the red through the
countryside bringing forceful
mothers bury and
daughters, into irish they rot

in the of summer stars,
do march
saint sheds a tear for
who will die
red gleam, white lips twitch,
the devil draws a nearby
fog corpses at night,
and dusk brings safe
of wind from northern land
drive angels from their
a pilgrimage of leads right
to hell's own

by demons' shadows,
our isn't safe
tyranny the friend to those
evil in their souls
prisoners not make amends,
for is fate
as coffins cobbled streets the
still watch o'er
no savior comes to aid the
the still proceed
black clouds the end of
rule, of english law

the has shut her eyes to
the torment of man
the will have a pauper's
grave for stealing land
apparitions rise up the mist
and appear on easter
from the sea the dead
and to the they storm
mary full of grace,
rebel have won today
heaven's doors swing open
as terrorists enter