An Gorta Mór, Pt. II Lyrics by Olde Throne
Still it lingers, the stench of famine
And the sorrow of Celts remains
A land in ruin, cut down from the blight
And the weight of guilt to have lived
Ashamed of life, devoid of hope
We walk alone on scattered bones
Our fallen kin, with stolen souls
Dead and nameless they lay
An Gorta Mór
Robbed of life
A great unrest
Buried by time
An Gorta Mór
A tainted land
A world turned black
In rotting fields
An Gorta Mòr
An Gorta Mòr
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Olde Throne Lyrics – An Gorta Mór, Pt. II