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

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

in the of summer stars,
do march
saint patrick a tear for
who will die
red eyes gleam, white twitch,
the draws a smile nearby
fog corpses at night,
and dusk brings escape
of wind from northern land
drive angels their homes
a pilgrimage of stars leads
to own gates

by demons' shadows,
our isn't safe
tyranny the bitter to those
with in their souls
will not make amends,
for is fate
as line cobbled streets the
bastards watch o'er
no savior to aid the saints
the funerals proceed
black mark the end of
english rule, of law

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