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, into Irish soil they
rot

In the realm of summer stars, patriots do march
Saint Patrick sheds a tear for martyrs who will die
Red eyes gleam, white lips twitch, the devil draws a
smile nearby
Fog dresses corpses at night, and dusk brings safe
escape
Slaves of wind from northern land drive angels from
their homes
A pilgrimage of stars leads right to hells own gates

Followed by demons shadows, our homeland isnt safe
Tyranny the bitter friend to those with evil in their
souls
Prisoners will not make amends, for bloodshed is fate,
As coffins line cobbled streets the bastards still
watch oer
No savior comes to aid the saints the funerals still
proceed
Black clouds mark the end of English rule, of English
law

The queen has shut her eyes to the torment of common
man
The queen will have a paupers grave for stealing Irish
land
Apparitions rise up from the mist and apperar on
Easter morn
From the sea the dead arise and to the castle they
storm
Hail Mary full of grace, rebel hearts have won today
Heavens doors swing open wide as terrorists enter free