If you are the son of Adam
- born at me first man
The I will be Cain to thei Abel
To cast the Tome of sin in your palms
To drink a poison chalice to the table

Oh Luther, did you know you were able
to pierce the tongues of liars ?
A gospel of ruin from the heretis age
Straight from the mouth of fire

A lone martyr on the will of perdition
Broken flesh that many raitors confeis
A document in the blood of sedition
Blasphemy led from the pinters press

Oh Luther, did you know you were able
to pierce the tongues of liars ?
A gospel of ruin from the heretis age
Straight from the mouth of fire

This papacy of bones stinking high to heaven

O' death, where is they sting ?
O' grief, where is the victory ?
O' life, you are a shning path
O' Lucifer, did you know did you see ?

Pile the dadies high to heaven
To come tumbling to earth again
O' Luther, your wands in deep

I see it in your glance that you want him
How can I make peace with this truth?
The truth is this man he brings out all the lust
and guilt deep within
I'll stand in hell and say no sane witness in this town
needed proof

Send me to hell
or to the gallows
She belongs to the devil
what could I do?

Do you know what it is to lose?
to be the other man
who stood no chance
To wake in the morning to black defeat
waiting in the wings

Send me to hell
Or to the gallows

I will have his life for this
and I know that I will pay
with the blood of my young life
but Gabriel why can't you see?
what am I to do?

Cuir go hlfreann me
no cuir chun crochta me
is leis an diabhal i
cad a fheadfainn a dheanamh

I was never one for salvation
nor did I seek your redemption
So I'll do what I have to do
to see out the day
Blood in streams mixed with rain
Damn your love and damn your lies
and now I'll hang by my father's hand
in the square where your first glance
left my heart in despair?

What desolate walls are these that rise up from the ruins
Hymns to a forgotten age, in centuries of stony sleep
What sieges storms and fire have they resisted in the deep?

Where lies the tomb of gods, tongues of the occident
Their magic is hidden in ruin and shame
Resting entombed within these ancient halls

Thou, too, sail on, o' ship of fate
Sail on o union so strong and great
Humanity with all its fears
With all the hopes of future years
is hanging breathless on they fate

Where lies the gods of old, men and women who fell from grace
the battle has carved another season on a haggard and defeated face

The old enemies are dead and gone,
long gone my friend
You are like the boy who cried wolf
A voice buried in another decades fears
and the songs you sang, to what end?

We are the ghosts among the ruins
Without history without nations
We are the ghosts among the ruins
Without faces without names

How you silenced with joy
the words of noble men
Tear down the statues you cried
and burn the books
Strike their deeds from history
and turn the clocks to nought
Let year zero begin on my watch

We are the ghosts among the ruins
Without history without nations
We are the ghosts among the ruins
Without a future

Make no mistake the arrow I've drawn is for you
I've been sharpening its point my whole life and my aim is true
They say the war is lost but this battle you will lose

Your foolish heart
It poisons the well
We knew the war was lost
and sang every empire fell

Theres thunder in our hearts
but too much hate for the ones we love

All against all, from such wounds
we seed mighty oaks
No ocean to vast or conquest small
to whet the blade of tyranny

Your foolish heart
It poisons the well
We celebrate the final days
and see you all in hell

Make no mistake the site he draws is on you
a finger on the trigger his aim maybe true
and history bends once more again to you
they say the war is lost but this battle you will lose

How many lives would we have to live
Before we escape the hands of time, that stole our best years
Where the decades might breathe a little less of the night

Let's step bravely out into the city lights tonight
Sweet blood is coursing through our veins
Darkness it pulls so tight around us
Antidotes to all our years of pain

What breath it takes the tide
is it from your sunken hollow lungs
that the bones may gather at the depths
An organ for the ghastly of songs
A vessel for the damned adrift on a sunless sea

Whisper on white tongues of foam
to me of days i've lost to the night
and the heart of darkness that draws us so tight

Haggard and bent old crow
keens to the crone
What do the drowned say?
Who man our ships as ghosts
and bend our knees to pray
for a silent and watery grave

Awake in another city at 5am
The breath of day upon my neck
Counting the hours until I wake
another me from his sleep
To give back the things I take

How hard we tried to tear this world down
My duty was to futility
The unwilling hand of beauty
Which left us seeking negativity

We were seeking ruin
Out on the outskirts of another dead end town
Trying to find some truth in the maze

The lines on our faces sink deeper
So step up to the gallows and hang me out to dry one last time

What do we do to save us from ourselves
Who can reach out to save us?
We made our bed and let it lie
and to think all we did was waiting around to die
The powder hurts us but we still try
to lie to ourselves finding reasons why
We try to find reasons why

All those who died for liberty have heard the eagle scream
All the ones who died for liberty have died but for a dream
Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
For in no nation on earth more broken dreams you'll find

The flames leapt high, reached to the sky 'til they seared a nation's soul
In the ashes of our broken dreams we've lost sight of our goal
Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
And help our hearts seek Róisín, our soul again to find

Now charlatans wear dead men's shoes, aye and rattle dead men's bones
'Ere the dust has settled on their tombs, they've sold the very stones
Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
For in no nation on the earth more Pharisees you'll find

In grief and hate our motherland her dragon's teeth has sown
Now the warriors spring from the earth to maim and kill their own
Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
For the one-eyed Balor still reigns king in our nation of the blind

As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tatoo

But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew

'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the shore of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew

But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew

Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew.