s4e11, March 18, 2026
Is mise toirm na gaoithe
Chomh tréan le tonn ar thraigh
Ag béiceadh fuaim na mmuir
Chomh fiáin le dam seacht n-agh
Is mise crobh an tseabhaic
An solas gréine nocht
Ag screadadh síos na gcéadta
Cé hí An tSeanbhean Bhocht?
Cine-dhíothú Gaza
Cultúr díothaithe
So hang the storytellers
Mar torthaí aisteacha
Tóg tú fhéin in airde
Mar Lámhfhada na gréine
Still you will deny us
Stair ar n-athair fhéin
Air fhéin
Stair ár mháthair fhéin
Díchoilíniú na hintinne
Sin scéalaíocht don pian
Roinnigí na mothúcháin
Cuz you are fully human
We’re all human human
We’re all human
We’re all fully human human
Human human human human!
Istigh lom nocht sa chillín
Pluid timpeall mo mhéin
Ón taobh istigh tá solas
Don Phalaistín i gcéin
I gcéin
An Phalaistín i gcéin
Tabhair láimh dúinn
Is na bíodh brón
Agus tógaigí
Bhur ceann in airde
Cur do dorn in airde
Is féach anois!
Bhfuil sibh réidh?
Do ré na Dhúchasaigh!
And the trees hills
Mountains lakes
Rivers die
And Ériu calls our name
And it’s nothing like the price she paid
When they gave her gave her gave her all away
Now it’s all money money money money
It’s all money money money
You know it’s all money money money money
It’s all money money money
And war is just money
You know its all money money money
Cuz everything’s money money money
You know it’s all money
Here in the colony
Money money
We’re in the colony
Money money
Life in the colony
Money money
You know it’s all money
Money money money money
Cathleen at her door says there’s hope in the winds as the larks sore
Her testament through the downtrodden lingers
Overlooking fields of green of four
As a blanket clad man in a cell intertwines his fingers
With the breeze that blows with ease
And sings hope
Through the maze or stone breakers yard
Breaking chain
And lifts the sorrow out of graves
And fills with a will
As the old matriarch prays
No more my sons enchained
No more my sons enchained
As the breeze laments over pastures where vultures graze
And steal
The olive tree ripped from root
Under a mournful crescent moon
No more we be enchained
No more we be enchained
It blows across barren ragged rock and green
And from top of the dome they hear its tune
Against tanks and drones
With slingshot petrol bally and poem
Break chains and soldier on
For truth and home
Love died for
Occupation and subjugation hate kills for
And our love will triumph over tyranny
Triumph over hate
And despite the heartbreak and misery
Chains we will break
Chains we will break
So for Freedom here or in glory for ever more
Emancipate our lands our minds our souls and with breeze soar
The new age is upon us
Our Stories strength and will enshrined in the hearts of the Cathleens
From Ireland to Palestine
Enchained we are no more
Enchained we are no more
The Shan Van (feat. Mikey Cullen) was released on February 7, 2025 by Vocht Records as a part of the album The Shan Van (feat. Mikey Cullen) – EP
Is mise toirm na gaoithe
Chomh tréan le tonn ar thraigh
Ag béiceadh fuaim na mmuir
Chomh fiáin le dam seacht n-agh
Is mise crobh an tseabhaic
An solas gréine nocht
Ag screadadh síos na gcéadta
Cé hí An tSeanbhean Bhocht?
Cine-dhíothú Gaza
Cultúr díothaithe
So hang the storytellers
Mar torthaí aisteacha
Tóg tú fhéin in airde
Mar Lámhfhada na gréine
Still you will deny us
Stair ar n-athair fhéin
Air fhéin
Stair ár mháthair fhéin
Díchoilíniú na hintinne
Sin scéalaíocht don pian
Roinnigí na mothúcháin
Cuz you are fully human
We’re all human human
We’re all human
We’re all fully human human
Human human human human!
Istigh lom nocht sa chillín
Pluid timpeall mo mhéin
Ón taobh istigh tá solas
Don Phalaistín i gcéin
I gcéin
An Phalaistín i gcéin
Tabhair láimh dúinn
Is na bíodh brón
Agus tógaigí
Bhur ceann in airde
Cur do dorn in airde
Is féach anois!
Bhfuil sibh réidh?
Do ré na Dhúchasaigh!
And the trees hills
Mountains lakes
Rivers die
And Ériu calls our name
And it’s nothing like the price she paid
When they gave her gave her gave her all away
Now it’s all money money money money
It’s all money money money
You know it’s all money money money money
It’s all money money money
And war is just money
You know its all money money money
Cuz everything’s money money money
You know it’s all money
Here in the colony
Money money
We’re in the colony
Money money
Life in the colony
Money money
You know it’s all money
Money money money money
Cathleen at her door says there’s hope in the winds as the larks sore
Her testament through the downtrodden lingers
Overlooking fields of green of four
As a blanket clad man in a cell intertwines his fingers
With the breeze that blows with ease
And sings hope
Through the maze or stone breakers yard
Breaking chain
And lifts the sorrow out of graves
And fills with a will
As the old matriarch prays
No more my sons enchained
No more my sons enchained
As the breeze laments over pastures where vultures graze
And steal
The olive tree ripped from root
Under a mournful crescent moon
No more we be enchained
No more we be enchained
It blows across barren ragged rock and green
And from top of the dome they hear its tune
Against tanks and drones
With slingshot petrol bally and poem
Break chains and soldier on
For truth and home
Love died for
Occupation and subjugation hate kills for
And our love will triumph over tyranny
Triumph over hate
And despite the heartbreak and misery
Chains we will break
Chains we will break
So for Freedom here or in glory for ever more
Emancipate our lands our minds our souls and with breeze soar
The new age is upon us
Our Stories strength and will enshrined in the hearts of the Cathleens
From Ireland to Palestine
Enchained we are no more
Enchained we are no more
Publisher: Vocht Records
