O SCRIOSA CÚNNA IFRINN DO ANAM
—by The Wandering Bard

Sirens blast through the night like Banshee cries
Awakening my body and filling my soul with dread
For the sirens belong to the butchers and thugs
That wear the badge of tyranny and ruthlessness
They care nothing for the law, but only for themselves
 

If one is brave enough to stand up for Freedom
The same is an enemy to the uniformed cowards
For tyranny cannot withstand the light of truth
And to those cowards I vehemently say,

GO SCRIOSA CÚNNA IFRINN DO ANAM!!!
 

To Hell with the cowards and the Crown they uphold
May they spend eternity paying for their crimes
If Freedom must come over their dead bodies
Then I will dance on the cadavers with no remorse

For they have rejoiced in the death of my home
To the cowards hiding behind the crown of terror
I proclaim with all of my heart, body and spirit
Those you now oppress shall utterly crush you
And in Unity we shall look at you in Hell and say:

GO SCRIOSA CÚNNA IFRINN DO ANAM!!!

 

Copyright © 2001 Daryl L. Chambers, Jr., "The Wandering Bard."

 

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