Luyện nghe bài hát Tuatha De Danaan

[Music & by Suidakra]

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

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

Each morn silken mist
green deserted land
the sea calls my with its imperious 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 Mell its luscious laughter
the sidhe in their hills sing of and my life
each story which gone on the wings of the wind
rips my soul and my mind slowly

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

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