Luyện nghe bài hát ...of Celtic Fire, We Are Born

Outside the zephyr,
When fables of sabers strong.
"...For thou hast in our hearts..."
"...From flames, we are born."
The Sky Clad flocks a war,
So invoke heartless cries.
"Crom at our side."
"He's of gold, so shall we ride?"

From the of Antrim,
the glens of Visnech.
"...For thou has in our hearts..."
"...From flames, we are born."
Any who alone,
onlt for mercy.
"Proud, men will die!"
"Fir Bolg the half light!"

"We Arrived At The Stone Of Destiny (Tara)."
"We Have Reached The Perdition Of (Cythraul)."

"We the Lar of the Folk."
"Chuaigh ar na canai areir."
"We the last of the Druids."
"Chuaigh ar na canai areir."

Falias!
Murias!

The is clear when Epona rides
She reaps cloudbursts of rain that sighs
The is laid when Sky Clad rides
Ler is -
"Proud, young men die!"

"We apprehend thoughts: {Fea Nemon}."
"Chuaigh ar na canai areir."
"We shall live in the land of Inisfail."
"Chuaigh muid ar na areir."