[Hook: Call & Response] Through the peace wall — CAD A THARLA?! Files still sealed — CAD A THARLA?! Hands held out but the past still calls — CAD A THARLA?! Mura dtuigeann tú — stay back! [Verse 1 – The State (Named & Framed)] Internment without trial — seventies stain Dragged from beds, no charges named Bloody Sunday, cameras rolled Then decades pass ‘til truth gets old Shoot-to-kill, then lie in court Uniformed silence, crown’s support Collusion whispered, later proved But no one jailed, no wrongs removed [Pre-Chorus ] Legacy Bill, erase the trail Amnesty dressed up as “draw a veil” They call it closure, we call it theft Truth denied ‘til witnesses left [Hook: Aggressive, Short] Cad a tharla?! Cad a tharla?! From internment to “legacy” — CAD A THARLA?! [Verse 2 – Culture That Escaped the Cage] Small island, heavy history Still fed the world with imagery From Liam Neeson’s steel-jaw calm To Saoirse carryin’ quiet bombs Brendan Gleeson, truth in frame Cillian stare that cuts the same Fassbender heat, Ronan grace Local pain, global stage They act out stories we once lived Give voice to what was never hid From Belfast streets to Oscar lights Same ghosts follow opening nights [Bridge – Gaeilge Chant] Cé leis an guth? — LINNE! Cé leis an scéal? — LINNE! Cé a scríobh an fhírinne? — SINNE! [Verse 3 – Irish Generosity] Still, with all that, hands stay open Doors stay cracked, tea stays pourin’ We fed strangers when cupboards bare Turned grief into a chair and share Community stitched what states ignored Passed hope round when hope was short From strike funds, wakes, to food-box nights Generosity sharpened by hard times We gave the world more than pain Gave humour, heart, and stubborn faith Even now, with scars unclosed We choose care where power chose force Ní laige é — it’s resistance Kindness held with full persistence Soft hands, but the memory strong That’s how we carried it along [Hook: Chant-Ready] Cad a tharla?! Cad a tharla?! If you live with the weight — CAD A THARLA?! [Verse 4 – Never Forget (Clear & Final)] They say move on, draw a line But forgetting was never mine Because memory’s all the dead were owed When justice stalled and clocks were slowed No revenge talk, no myth to sell Just names remembered properly, well No state rewrite, no polished end No “both sides” to blur intent We archive it beat by beat Every bar a refusal to sleep Because silence was the first demand And we already understand — [Outro – Final Chant] We will not forget — NÍ DHÉANFAIMID DEARMAD! We will not forget — NÍ DHÉANFAIMID DEARMAD! No crown, no king, no amnesty — WE’RE STILL HERE.