Moonlight shines upon the gallows of men stretched by their necks
By British crown they suffer so, swinging in the winter air
Centuries of terror follow centuries of blood
The red ride through the countryside bringing forceful rule
Mothers bury sons and daughters and they rot in Irish soil
In the realm of summer stars patriots do march
Saint Patrick sheds a tear each day for martyrs who will die
Red eyes gleam and white lips twitch, the devil draws a smile nearby
Fog dresses corpses at night and dusk brings safe escape
Slaves of wind from northern lands drive angels from their homes
A pilgrimage of stars leads right to hell's own gates
Followed by demons' shadows our homeland isn't safe
Tyranny the bitter friend to those with evil in their souls
Prisoners will not make amends, for bloodshed is fate
As coffins line the cobbled streets the bastards still watch o'er
No savior comes to aid the saints, the funerals still proceed
Black clouds mark the end of English law
The queen has shut her eyes to the torment of the common man
The queen will have a pauper's grave for stealing Irish land
Apparitions rise up from the mist and appear on Easter morn
From the sea the dead arise and to the castle they do storm
Hail Mary full of grace rebel hearts have won today
Heaven's gates swing open wide as "terrorists" enter free


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