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

Outside the zephyr,
When of sabers were strong.
"...For hast said 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?"

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

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

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

Falias!
Murias!

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

"We apprehend these thoughts: Nemon}."
"Chuaigh ar na canai areir."
"We shall forever in the land of Inisfail."
"Chuaigh ar na canai areir."