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
from a woman have sent us to the seas of avagon
by our mother, we are
I am CuChulainn, the warrior of
We'll search the to discover the Tir Na N'og
The sea god guides our to Ireland
The storms push us to the of Visnech
Our with fire are rising
Our axes with fire risen

The from the silver horn to Visnech splits the air
Warriors answered the behind the western lands
Hoofs and steel hammered the cries beyond the thorned hills
Acknowledging the commands the king
Our play lies to the path of Nite
And brings us upon the fortress walls where battles

Raise the magick of Mjollnir
Your underworld of draws us through
Emer, thy lucious woman, I sleep with you
I kiss the skin of white

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

Feis Mor Tir Na

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

How sad is it to see my father's halls?
Can I feel the pure from the frigid winds?
I awake the Epona, Cernunnos, and Lugh
Yes, I'm CuChulainn, warrior fo

In order to worship with fire and
The storms shall force us to the of Visnech
Cold, cold, how cold are the of Lugh?
You ask thy Emer to reply
We've finally found the paradise
It remains in the of Tir Na N'Og
the hand of Ler, Irish Sea god
We complete our long excursion