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

Outside the zephyr,
When fables of were strong.
"...For thou hast in our hearts..."
"...From flames, we are born."
The Sky flocks a carnal war,
So invoke their 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, men will die!"
"Fir rides 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 muid ar na areir."

Falias!
Murias!

The passage is clear Epona rides
She reaps through cloudbursts of 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 forever in the of Inisfail."
"Chuaigh ar na canai areir."