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Moonlight shines upon the gallows of men stretched by their necksBy British crown they suffer so, swinging in the winter airCenturies of terror follow centuries of bloodThe red ride through the countryside bringing forceful ruleMothers bury sons and daughters and they rot in Irish soilIn the realm of summer stars patriots do marchSaint Patrick sheds a tear each day for martyrs who will dieRed eyes gleam and white lips twitch, the devil draws a smile nearbyFog dresses corpses at night and dusk brings safe escapeSlaves of wind from northern lands drive angels from their homesA pilgrimage of stars leads right to hell's own gatesFollowed by demons' shadows our homeland isn't safeTyranny the bitter friend to those with evil in their soulsPrisoners will not make amends, for bloodshed is fateAs coffins line the cobbled streets the bastards still watch o'erNo savior comes to aid the saints, the funerals still proceedBlack clouds mark the end of English lawThe queen has shut her eyes to the torment of the common manThe queen will have a pauper's grave for stealing Irish landApparitions rise up from the mist and appear on Easter mornFrom the sea the dead arise and to the castle they do stormHail Mary full of grace rebel hearts have won todayHeaven's gates swing open wide as "terrorists" enter free From Letras Mania