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,
under the of Balors hand.
The De lived a life of pain,
in body and their weakness grew,
as though battle was in vain,
can't go on the people knew.

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

He put gold in the food, and the on the platter,
fell dead on that 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 journied to the lands.
And met his father.
They held each other in hands,
kinship would stay hereafter.

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

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

Samhain approached and were high,
Dagda to the Fomor spy.
Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor
the Il-Dana won first battle occasion.

Back to the De Danann returned,
set up camp and the pagan fires burned,
the first day of was a mighty event,
druids were chanting as the forth were sent.

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

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

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

But to the ground was cast,
Il-Dana was the new king,
De Danann won at last,
again to laugh and sing.