Luyện nghe bài hát Tuatha De Danaan

[Music & by Suidakra]

all doors
each eve when descends
never call names
there might be one

Like
in the cradle of reason
they still roam at
so sure as the of seasons

Each silken mist asphyxiates
this deserted land
the sea my name with its imperious voice
each eve the roaring wind : you won`t resist my sway
this meagre soil me day by day

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

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

: Arkadius]

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