Fruupp - Olde Tyme Future текст песни

Look up above.
What's there to see.
The walls of thine castle.
Be gone, we are free.
Look all around.
Now what's there to say.
Thank Christ for our spirit.
We are born on this day.

Strange habits of violence,
Have come from the past.
Gestures of hatred,
Natives outcast.
The olde tyme future
Is crumbling at last.
Now Ireland's the chooser,
And Her's is the task.