The Night That Dublin Died

Flames rise Burning orange embers To the skies Of dear ol' Dublin town Distant cries and shrouds or twisted laughter Echo down our burning streets From a mob without a master Heroes roll In their graves in yon green gardens The bells will toll The bells toll for thee And no one knows What's gonna happen But the fires burned bright The whole damn night The night that Dublin died Oh, take a look at those who follow The mob in their balaclavas Oh, to think a heart could be so hollow To use the strife that day To mask their hate and prosper from the pain Between the lies Is the truth we're yearning for The key is in your mind The door is in your soul So open up To end this brutal battle Cause the fires burned bright The whole damn night The night that Dublin died Yeah, the fires burned bright The whole damn night The night that Dublin died Yeah, the fires burned bright The whole damn night The night that Dublin died