Letras
One more nightmare crawling
Across these forest fields
Green Irish skies are mourning
Protect us mighty shield
Trees come down
Trees come down
Trees come down
Trees come down
No more heathens spawning
Red scripts on a burning page
No love just fear is forming
In this dying age
Trees come down
Trees come down
Trees come down
Trees come down
A pretty girl in a green dress
She's got eyes like fire
And her lips so tame
Murdered by a girl, no mind
In the red dress, one more life is dying
Dying age
Dying age
Dying age
Dying age
This dying age
This dying age
This dying age
This dying age
This dying age
This dying age
This dying age