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

moonlight shines the
of men stretched by
their
by british crown suffer so,
in the winter air
centuries of terror
of blood
the red ride the
countryside forceful rule
mothers bury and
daughters, irish soil they rot

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

followed by shadows,
our isn't safe
tyranny the bitter friend to
with evil in souls
prisoners will not amends,
for is fate
as line cobbled streets the
bastards watch o'er
no savior comes to aid the
the still proceed
black mark the end of
english rule, of law

the has shut her eyes to
the of common man
the queen have a pauper's
grave for irish land
rise up from the mist
and appear on easter
the sea the dead arise
and to the they storm
hail full of grace,
rebel hearts won today
heaven's doors open wide
as terrorists enter