Letras
Everything's still now, not a chicken, not a body
Just an awful sickening silence roaring in my brain
And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land
An hour rolls over on her back
The grass stains still green upon her chin
I can still hear her keening and screaming in the wind
God's curse upon you, Lord John Russell
May your black hearted soul rot in hell
There's no love left on earth and God is dead in heaven
In these dark and deadly days of Black '47
God's curse upon you, Lord Trevelyan
May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell
Till England and its empire and surrender heaven
For the crimes they committed in Black '47
Paudie said "Come on, I turned her back
She's not living, she's a phantom
And she'll curse us if we look into her eyes"
Oh God, I think I'm dying, the fever's in my brain
But can't you see that back?
The children up ahead
The beards of old men sprouting from their chins?
Can't you hear their screams of anger in the wind?
God's curse upon you, Lord John Russell
May your black hearted soul rot in hell
There's no love left on earth and God is dead in heaven
In these dark and deadly days of Black '47
God's curse upon you, Lord Trevelyan
May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell
Till England and its empire and surrender heaven
For the crimes they committed in Black '47
Darling Paudie save me, I think I'm sinking fast
Me blood is boiling, don't let me die here in a ditch
If the hunger doesn't get me, the fever surely will
Paudie took me up, threw me cross his shoulder
He nursed me every day till we reached Americay
Screaming and shouting like two madmen at the wind
God's curse upon you, Lord John Russell
May your black hearted soul rot in hell
There's no love left on earth and God is dead in heaven
In these dark and deadly days of Black '47
God's curse upon you, Lord Trevelyan
May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell
Till England and its empire and surrender heaven
For the crimes they committed in Black '47