Cain and Abel - song 1
Cain is loose in the city of Belfast....
Death..is growing near....
Stone the Temple of the Church of the Cathlic....
No one is here....
Cry out loud to the god of
Abel
For the food of the theif in the stable
Resist the hell that the lord unleashed
Only by non-hate shall hate be appeased
If you run you may get away
The
Grim-Reaper will point out the way....
Run with me!
Run with me!
The theif cries over two piggies dead
While he eats the food that he's hid
Run away from the
Loyal Man's Gun
Cain killed Abel for only the fun
And the killer God did forgive
As he tortures the one's that still live
Run with me!
Run with me!
Kill the
Priest with the orange banded sleeve
Before the children, the hatred conceived
Destroy the Peace in favour of none
Shooting Jesus with the Liberators gun
The
Peacekeeper is having some fun
Load the bullets in the father and son
Just Run!!!!!
A little bird under shadows wing
Cries out to be seen......
The chirping bird is lost in a foray
When all the locust on her do prey......
Suddenly along with the
rain
The chirping noise begins to shrill
The echo will be her bane
As the locust jump on the kill
A new thought, a new thing
Worry me when I sing
Will the
censors get me too?
Is this my last song from me to you?
Silence.
Is all I say.
I will live for another day......
Dedicated to Kona. Take flight, friend.
wear the mask, live the lie trash your thought's or slowly die ...
hate the odd, fit the mold step right up, the next slave's sold ...
spit on the King, and Jimi too listen to Reagen, it's easy to do thought is immoral, the wrong are the right princapals are bullshit, give up the fight the irish deserved it, the tibetans should die don't shed a tear when the homeless cry shut up i'm talking, you're younger then me you don't know anything, obviously
forget the victims, ... greed is the rule don't help each other, ... the world is cruel ...
sorry i spoke up ... sorry i dared sorry there's noone in this world that cares ...
When I was young I knew everything The world was my castle and I, the king But now, the knowledge's lost And at what cost, I surely don't know I'm stuck in the castle moat I've lost my boat, direction unknown
I hear our songs of old
My heart grows cold, I've lost the meaning
As the rain pours on down
To flood the ground, Woodstoock's forgotten
My tears add to the sea
My feelings flee, direction unknown
Our peace, it couldn't be Now my son will see, me as them I've got to take it back Begin to pack, and quit my job And now, my house sold I'm on the road, direction unknown
dedicated to all the people who lived through the 60's, gained all that knowledge on love, peace, and life and slowely, sadly, with age, lost it.
help them take it back.
a tear falls down from my eye and i ask the dear Lord why and i ask the dear Lord why
the one who gave such hope who helped the children cope
Holy Mary, Mother of God
i know before he asked for her death she helped the poor with her last breath
Pray for Us Sinners
and the wails of the people ring of her life a song we sing
Now, And at the Hour of Our Death ...
but a tear falls down from my eye and i ask the dear Lord why and I ask the dear Lord why
but a tear falls down from my eye and I ask the dear Lord why
I ask the dear Lord why ...
dedicated to Mother Teresa, a saint in word and deed. She will be sadly missed.
Scotland let not Wallace's valient charge be in vain Pick up the sword and cut the bond to your english bane Look up the Edinburgh, and down upon the Queen And hear the glorious words of the Bruce on the sea
Scotland let not England's hand strangle you in the night Awake and hear the battlecry's the moment before the fight Take your right from Queen to give to Edinburgh Fly the grand St. Andrew's Cross to watch the blue unfurl
Scotland let not ol' Union Jack fill is money bags some more Let Scotlands hills echo the oceans mighty roar Live the life of a freeman Live your life grand
on the threshold of a new dawn cleansed of war, poverty, and injustice the dove is awakened and the guns are put away tears no longer sorrowful line the children's face's I am sorry I doubted the world Even sorrier it doubted me.
hour of dawn and peacekeeper's awake it's time for torture today he'll make and inside the castle the puppets cry easier to hate then chance the di go hide in the forest of satan's red hand away from god with the banshee's old land
cowards! cowards! all of you afraid of the number together three two three wizards minus one they fought Morder now locked up by gollum to strengthen the border as the kings of the cathlics lay down the arms satan parades his snipers on farms
the english king shakes at the talks and the wannbe subjects bitch at the loss deputys continue to spy come on paddy help him help you die! the nuns and the priests call out for hope the minstrel smokes on his dope
and forgets the probelms, the sadness, the pain and sits on his porch and watches the rain
Who is Ireland's enemy? Not Germany, nor Spain, Not Russia, France nor Austria They forged for her no chain, Nor quenched her hearths, Nor razed her homes, Nor laid her alters low, Nor sent her sons to tramp the hill amid the winter snow!
Who spiked the heads of Irish Priests On Dublin Castle Gate? Who butchered helpless Irish babes, The lust for blood to sate? Who raped Irish maidenhood, And tortured aged sires, And spread from Clare to Donegal, The glare of midnight fires?
Who scourged our land in '98 Spread torture far and wide, Till Eire shrieked in woe and pain, And hell seemed fair beside? Who plied the pitch-cap and the sword, The gibbet and the rack? O God! that we should ever fails To pay the basturds back!
Who slew the three in Manchester, One drear November dawn, While round them howled in fury The devil's hungry spamn? Who shattered many a Fenian mind In dungeons o're the foam, And broke the loyal Fenian hearts That pined for them at home? Who shot down Clarke and Connolly And Pearse at dawn of day, And Plunkett and MacDiarmada And all who died as they? Who robbed us of McSwiney brave? Who murdered Mellows too, Sent Barry to a felon's grave And slaughtered Cathal Brugha?
Not Germany nor Austria, Not Russia, France nor Spain That robbed and reaved this land of ours, That forged her rusty chain; But England of the wily words - A crafty, treacherous foe - 'Twas England scourged our motherland, 'Twas England laid her low!
Rise up, o dead of Ireland! And rouse her living men; The chance will come to us at last To win our own again; To sweep the English enemy From hill and glen and bay, And in your name, o holy dead! Our sacred debt to pay!
A Prison Prayer - Song 13
O, Sacred Heart of Jesus we pray to Thee today, To aid our suffering Motherland Upon her bloodstained way. For Loyalty to serve her, For strength to set her free, O, Sacred Heart of Jesus! We send our prayer to Thee.
O, Sacred Heart of Jesus! Look down on us today, Make us strong and fearless soldiers, Ever ready for the fray, 'Gainst Thine and Ireland's enemies, Wherever they may be, O, Sacred Heart of Jesus! We put our trust in thee.
Bard Adam
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