Letras
In the veins of his life, through death and today
This ain't what he fought for, nor died in the fray
At Béal na Bláth's crossroads, where shadows now creep
Fell General Collins, in eternal sleep
On hallowed ground soaked with a patriot's blood
He gave all for freedom, 'gainst the foreign flood
Like Wolfe Tone and Pearse, like Connolly's stand
They shattered the chains from the tyrant's hand
An Ireland unshackled, sovereign and bold
True to her ancient, her Gaelic soul
Rooted in heritage, language, and fire
The Irish to steer their own fate's desire
Oh, what did they sacrifice, these heroes of yore?
Not for a melting pot, open wide at the door!
But Ireland for Irish, unique in her grace
Rich in her beauty, preserving her race
Ireland unfree shall never know peace
Till the Gaels rise again, and the strangers cease!
We sing of their valor, their battles so grand
But ponder we truly what freedom they planned?
Was it welfare for worlds, above kin and kind?
Or Ireland remaining forever enshrined?
No tanks on our cobbles, no guns in the street
Yet war creeps insidious, sly and discreet
The globalists whisper in parties and halls
Infiltrating our state, tearing down our walls
Borderless agendas to crush what we love
Erasing our essence, from below and above
They flood our green isle with waves from afar
Ideals that clash like a dissonant scar
Oh, what did they sacrifice, these heroes of yore?
Not for a melting pot, open wide at the door!
But Ireland for Irish, unique in her grace
Rich in her beauty, preserving her race
Ireland unfree shall never know peace
Till the Gaels rise again, and the strangers cease!
No simple shift this, but ethnocide's blade
A calculated replacement, in shadows it's laid
To dilute our heritage, sever our past
Our towns unrecognizable, traditions outcast
Our race on the brink, our culture in chains