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

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

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

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

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

Falias!
Murias!

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

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