Luyện nghe bài hát To Moytura We Return

On the day of the De rule,
ruled 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,
this go on the people knew.

Dagda, All father, God and provider,
into disgrace with the king.
The he recieved would not feed a spider.
-The best pieces, would win.
was shoked 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,
was brought from the healing stream,
"You be king?". -He nods.

journied to the Fomor lands.
And met his father.
They held each in their hands,
their kinship stay hereafter.

The Il-Dana to meet with Nuada,
the greatest of the Tuatha De,
The Fomor arrived for their tax,
these savages did slay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Balor to the was cast,
Il-Dana was the new king,
De Danann won at last,
never to laugh and sing.