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

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

in the of summer stars,
do march
saint sheds a tear for
martyrs who die
red eyes gleam, lips twitch,
the devil draws a smile
fog dresses at night,
and dusk brings safe
slaves of from northern land
drive from their homes
a pilgrimage of stars right
to hell's own

by demons' shadows,
our homeland isn't
tyranny the friend to those
with in their souls
prisoners will not amends,
for bloodshed is
as line cobbled streets the
bastards still watch
no comes to aid the saints
the funerals proceed
clouds mark the end of
english rule, of law

the queen has shut her to
the torment of man
the queen will have a
for stealing irish land
apparitions rise up the mist
and on easter morn
the sea the dead arise
and to the castle storm
mary full of grace,
rebel hearts have won
heaven's doors open wide
as enter free