The Siege of Kinsale Songtext
von Cruachan

The fate of Ireland′s freedom would be decided at Kinsale
The conclusion of the Nine Years War
The decimation of the Gael!
In Sixteen Hundred and One
The Spanish joined the fight
They landed at Kinsale four thousand blades the Spanish bore
Mountjoy rallied for battle
With a plan to win the war
Towards the Spanish forces
He would meet them at Kinsale

O'Neill did leave his stronghold in the North
The Spanish would need aid and tactical support
He destroyed the lands of his enemy as he marched
Leaving hundreds dead their lands with fire he scorched


Mountjoy′s men surrounded all of Kinsale
The Spanish under siege arrows fell like hail
The English navy cut the town off from the sea
O'Neill knew the time had come prepare to fight or flee!

The English had strength in numbers
But the ridge the Irish held
O'Neill ordered a surprise attack
As the English cavalry swelled
The cavalry attacked with fierce
They charged through O′Neill′s men
An army that was close to destruction
From starvation disease and drought
Had turned the war in their favour
The Irish were near wiped out
The Spanish forces surrendered
O'Neill fled to the North!