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 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 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 rule, of english law      the queen has shut her eyes to   the torment of 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 storm    hail mary full of grace,   rebel hearts have won today   heaven's doors swing open wide   as terrorists enter free