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

Outside the zephyr,
When fables of sabers strong.
"...For hast said in our hearts..."
"...From flames, we are born."
The Sky Clad a carnal 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 Bolg the half light!"

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

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

Falias!
Murias!

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

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