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

moonlight upon the
of men stretched by
their
by british crown they so,
in the winter air
centuries of follow
centuries of
the red through the
countryside forceful rule
mothers sons and
daughters, into irish they rot

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

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

the has shut her eyes to
the of common man
the queen will have a
grave for stealing irish
apparitions rise up the mist
and appear on morn
from the sea the arise
and to the castle storm
hail mary of grace,
hearts have won today
heaven's doors open wide
as terrorists enter