Luyện nghe bài hát Tuatha De Danaan

[Music & by Suidakra]

close all
each eve when descends
never call names
there be one attend

changelings
in the cradle of mundane
they roam at night
so sure as the change of

Each morn mist asphyxiates
this green land
the sea calls my name its imperious voice
each eve the roaring wind howls : you won`t my sway
this meagre soil me day by day

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

Still a silver throne standing
under each hill of the
it reigns over the realm of the
the in my mind

[Lead :

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