Luyện nghe bài hát Tuatha De Danaan

[Music & by Suidakra]

close all
each eve when descends
never call their
might be one attend

Like
in the of mundane reason
they still at night
so as the change of seasons

Each morn silken asphyxiates
green deserted land
the sea calls my name with its voice
eve the roaring wind howls : you won`t resist my sway
this soil derides me day by day

Where is it , this sweet Mag with its luscious laughter
the sidhe in their hills sing of and embitters my
each story which gone astray on the wings of the
rips my and my mind slowly apart

Still there`s a throne standing
under each hill of the
it over the realm of the night
the kingdom in my

: Arkadius]

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