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 lands to the Tir Na N'og
The sea god our ship to Ireland
The storms push us to the palace of
Our swords with are rising
Our with fire have risen

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

the magick hammer of Mjollnir
Your of Annwvyn draws us through
Emer, thy lucious woman, I sleep with you
I kiss the naked of white

I your black hair, my woman divine
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 never sinks away
All will fall upon the steel, yet behind the burning fires
Now, we at the bleeding coast,
while women laugh with the knights

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

In order to worship with and sword
The storms shall force us to the palace of
Cold, cold, how cold are the plains of
You should ask thy to reply
We've finally found the paradise
It in the light of Tir Na N'Og
With the hand of Ler, Sea god
We shall complete our excursion