Song Lyrics
Lord trevalian, may your black hearted soul rot in hell 47, and the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land
If the hunger doesn t get me the fever surely will, paudie says come on now
paudie says come on now
lord trevalian
i think i m dyin the fever s in my brain
may your black hearted soul rot in hell
may your black hearted soul rot in hell
Just an awful sicken silence roarin in my brain, in these dark and deadly days of black 47
god s curse upon you
may your black hearted soul rot in hell
Can t you hear their screams of hunger on the wind, til england and its empire answer under heaven 47, for the crimes they committed in black 47
there s no love left on earth and god is dead in heaven
For the crimes they committed in black 47, and the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land, in the dark and deadly days of black 47
Paudie took me up and threw me across his shoulders, an ould wan rolls over on her back
May your black hearted soul rot in hell, may your great queen victoria rot in hell
Can t you hear their screams of hunger on the wind, i think i m dyin the fever s in my brain, don t look back
May your great queen victoria rot in hell, god s curse upon you, til england and its empire answer before heaven
Can t you hear their screams of hunger on the wind, he nursed me every day til we reached amerikay 47, for the crimes they committed in black 47
Lord john russell, and she ll curse us if we look into her eyes
May your black hearted soul rot in hell, there s no love left on earth and god is dead in heaven
The grass stains still green upon her chin, may your black hearted soul rot in hell
For the crimes they committed in black 47, there s no love left on earth and god is dead in heaven
i think i m dyin the fever s in my brain
May your black hearted soul rot in hell, an ould wan rolls over on her back
if the hunger doesn t get me the fever surely will
and the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land
Just an awful sicken silence roarin in my brain, don t look back
May your great queen victoria rot in hell, in these dark and deadly days of black 47, may your black hearted soul rot in hell
til england and its empire answer under heaven
lord trevalian
Paudie says come on now, may your great queen victoria rot in hell
There s no love left on earth and god is dead in heaven, may your black hearted soul rot in hell, lord john russell
Screamin and shoutin like two madmen at the wind, may your black hearted soul rot in hell
God is dead in heaven, paudie took me up and threw me across his shoulders, everything is still not a chicken not a body
I think i m sinkin fast, for the crimes they committed in black 47
He nursed me every day til we reached amerikay, lord trevalian Black, lord john russell
god s curse upon you
the beards of old men sproutin from their chins
Me blood is boilin, lord trevalian, i can still hear her keenin and screamin in the wind
in these dark and deadly days of black 47
God s curse upon you, and the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land
God s curse upon you, for the crimes they committed in black 47, may your great queen victoria rot in hell
May your great queen victoria rot in hell, if the hunger doesn t get me the fever surely will
For the crimes they committed in black 47, paudie took me up and threw me across his shoulders
may your great queen victoria rot in hell
god s curse upon you
May your black hearted soul rot in hell, til england and its empire answer under heaven 47, there s no love left on earth and god is dead in heaven
God s curse upon you, god is dead in heaven
In these dark and deadly days of black 47, may your great queen victoria rot in hell Black, god is dead in heaven
Til england and its empire answer before heaven, she s a phantom, god s curse upon you
For the crimes they committed in black 47, she s a phantom, there s no love left on earth