Luyện nghe bài hát To Moytura We Return

On the day of the De rule,
Breas the pagan lands.
He led his as a fool,
the shadow of Balors hand.
The Tuatha De a life of pain,
in body and their weakness grew,
as their battle was in vain,
this can't go on the knew.

Dagda, All father, God and provider,
fell into with the king.
The food he recieved would not a spider.
best pieces, Cridinbel would win.
Aengus was by the state of his father,
"Crindinbel die", He did say.

He put gold in the food, and the on the platter,
Crindinbel fell dead on sacred day.

Nuada awoke from the dream,
his was forged by the gods,
water was from the healing stream,
"You be king?". -He nods.

Breas to the Fomor lands.
And met his father.
held each other in their hands,
their kinship would hereafter.

The Il-Dana came to with Nuada,
the hero of the Tuatha De,
The Fomor for their early tax,
these Il-Dana did slay.

declared war and sent his tribes,
Nuada prepared as did the

Samhain approached and tensions high,
went to the Fomor spy.
Breas the led a Fomor invasion
the Il-Dana won first battle occasion.

to Moytura the De Danann returned,
they set up and the pagan fires burned,
the day of battle was a mighty event,
druids chanting as the scouts forth were sent.

A great of shields,
of was frenzy,
blood on fields,
each the enemy.

Nuada Indech,
the of the Fomor,
the god was unleashed
a taste for war.

Nuada raised his of light,
against the Cromcruach,
Balor uhim in his sight,
died a hero's death.

But to the ground was cast,
Il-Dana was the new king,
De heroes won at last,
never again to and sing.