Текст песни
In Ireland's fading light, where rains never cease
Our people cry from shadows, forsaken, no peace
Hear the wind's chilling warning, the ground shakes below
Ireland's soul is fracturing, now heed the woe
Irish kin by the Lee, tents within the gale
Cold seeps like venom, our bones frail and pale
No work, no future, just echoes of home
Newcomers house swiftly, while we freeze and roam
What if tomorrow brings the end of our call?
Ireland's fading fast in this dark, endless fall
Tents and shadows, fear grips our soul
Ireland's crumbling, a black, gaping hole
Sixteen thousand lost in the storm's cruel swarm
While floods rise to thousands, devouring the form
Parties lie, their opposition's a guise
NGOs pull strings in the gloom's dark rise
Our kids are ghosts in this doom's cold vice
See through our eyes, the end of paradise
Irish mothers clutch babes in shelter's grim cage
Damp walls close in, fueling a predator's rage
Kids' eyes hollow, bellies twist in the rain
Strangers get beds, while our cries sound in vain
What horrors wait when the system's last spark?
Our home stolen forever, lost in the dark
Tents and shadows, fear grips our soul
Ireland's crumbling, a black, gaping hole
Sixteen thousand lost in the storm's cruel swarm
While floods rise to thousands, devouring the form
Parties lie, their opposition's a guise
NGOs pull strings in the gloom's dark rise
Our kids are ghosts in this doom's cold vice
See through our eyes, the end of paradise
Elders of seventy winters, feet roar on the stone
Begging in blackouts, abandoned, alone
We braved wars and famines, now cast to the street
Newcomers in comfort, while we face defeat
What doom looms when the last light grows dim?
Our nation erased in this nightmare's grim hymn
Tents and shadows, fear grips our soul
Ireland's crumbling, a black, gaping hole
Sixteen thousand lost in the storm's cruel swarm