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

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

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

Raise the hammer of Mjollnir
Your underworld of Annwvyn us through
Emer, thy woman, I shall sleep with you
I the naked skin of white

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

Mor Tir Na N'Og

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

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

In order to 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 to reply
finally found the last paradise
It remains in the light of Tir Na
the hand of Ler, Irish Sea god
We complete our long excursion