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 flocks a carnal war,
So their heartless cries.
"Crom at our side."
"He's made of gold, so we ride?"

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

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

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

Falias!
Murias!

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

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