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

moonlight upon the
of men stretched by
their
by british crown suffer so,
swinging in the air
of terror follow
centuries of
the red ride the
countryside bringing rule
mothers sons and
daughters, into irish they rot

in the of summer stars,
do march
saint sheds a tear for
martyrs who die
red gleam, white lips twitch,
the devil a smile nearby
fog corpses at night,
and dusk brings safe
slaves of from northern land
drive angels from homes
a pilgrimage of leads right
to own gates

by demons' shadows,
our isn't safe
tyranny the bitter to those
with evil in souls
prisoners will not amends,
for bloodshed is
as coffins line cobbled the
bastards still watch
no savior to aid the saints
the still proceed
clouds mark the end of
english rule, of law

the queen has 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 morn
from the sea the arise
and to the they storm
mary full of grace,
rebel have won today
heaven's swing open wide
as enter free