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

Across the northern seas, we
The cold winds will arouse us
Spells from a woman have sent us to the seas of
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 guides our to Ireland
The push us to the palace of Visnech
Our swords fire are rising
Our axes with fire risen

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

Raise the magick hammer of
underworld of Annwvyn draws us through
Emer, thy lucious woman, I shall sleep you
I kiss the naked of white

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

Feis Mor Tir Na

In the land of Visnech, the darkness sinks away
All will fall upon the steel, yet behind the burning fires
Now, we bathe at the coast,
while women laugh the Gailant knights

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

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