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

moonlight shines the
gallows of men by
their
by british crown they so,
swinging in the air
centuries of follow
centuries of
the red through the
countryside forceful rule
bury sons and
daughters, into irish they rot

in the realm of stars,
do march
saint patrick 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 wind northern land
drive angels from their
a of stars leads right
to own gates

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

the queen has shut her to
the of common man
the queen will a pauper's
grave for stealing land
apparitions rise up from the
and on easter morn
from the sea the arise
and to the castle they
hail mary of grace,
rebel hearts have won
heaven's doors swing open
as terrorists enter