Luyện nghe bài hát Feis Mor Tir Na N'og (across The North Sea To Visnech)

Across the northern seas, we
The cold freezing will arouse us
Spells a woman have sent us to the seas of avagon
by our mother, we are
I am CuChulainn, the of Ulster
We'll the lands to discover the Tir Na N'og
The sea god our ship to Ireland
The storms push us to the palace of
Our swords fire are rising
Our with fire have risen

The call from the horn to Visnech splits the air
Warriors answered the behind the western lands
Hoofs and steel hammered past the cries beyond the thorned
Acknowledging the from the king
Our play north to the path of Nite
And brings us upon the walls where battles raged

Raise the magick of Mjollnir
Your underworld of Annwvyn draws us
Emer, thy lucious woman, I shall sleep you
I the naked skin of white

I lust your black hair, my woman
I see a holocaust in your
(You are my of live)
(You are my of life)

Mor Tir Na N'Og

In the land of Visnech, the darkness never sinks
All fall upon the southern steel, yet behind the burning fires
Now, we at the bleeding coast,
while women laugh with the Gailant

How sad is it to see my fallen halls?
Can I feel the pure blast from the frigid
I the gods Epona, Cernunnos, and Lugh
Yes, I'm CuChulainn, warrior fo

In to worship with fire and sword
The storms force us to the palace of Visnech
Cold, cold, how cold are the of Lugh?
You should ask thy Emer to
We've finally the last paradise
It remains in the light of Tir Na
With the of Ler, Irish Sea god
We shall complete our long