Letras
Eight sisters silenced
My mother hanged
My father drawn and quartered
But I
I ride
Na deirfiúracha mo mháthair m'athair tá an fuil fós te
Braided winds howl through Wexford's graves
As I ride with fire to burn the knaves
Steel-laced vengeance in every stride
They called it empireI call it genocide
The smoke still clings to the bones of my kin
Their screams etched deep beneath my bloodless skin
I hold the light and my butchered helm
This lantern of fleshIt guides me through the realms
I am wrath without a voice
A ghost unbound by death's rejoice
The gallows swing the muskets flare
But still I rideThrough blackened air
Lantern of flesh
Burn for the lost!
Scorch every redcoat
Until all have paid the final cost!
Ardaím arís! Éirím gan mo cheann!
Beidh fuil na Breataine ag sileadh síos an cnoc!
(I rise again! I rise headless!)
(British blood will flow down the hill!)
Fields of Vinegar Hill run red again
Where dreams were dashed by English men
They took my name they took my face
But left behindA cursed grace
My sisters' cries are woven in mist
My mother's prayers no longer hissed
My horse is rot my blade is old
Burning hatred keeps
My iron cold
Scorch their banners drown their creed
Salt the roots of every seed!
No crown shall reign where rebels bled
For every wound I raise the dead!
Dóitear a mbratach scriostar a dteanga!
Is mise an scáth i mbarr an chnoic
(Their flag is burned their language is destroyed!)
(I am the shadow on the hilltop)
I am wrath without a voice
A ghost bound by death's dark choice
The gallows swing the muskets flare
But still I ride
Through blackened air
Lantern of flesh
Burn for the lost!