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

moonlight upon the
gallows of men by
necks
by british they suffer so,
in the winter air
centuries of terror
of blood
the red through the
bringing forceful rule
mothers sons and
daughters, into irish soil rot

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

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

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