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CRUACHAN LYRICS
"The Middle Kingdom" (2000)
1. A Celtic Mourning
2. Celtica (Voice Of The Morrigan)
3. The Fianna
4. A Druids Passing
5. Is Fuair An Chroí
6. Cattle Raid Of Cooley
7. The Middle Kingdom
8. Ó Ró Sé Do Bheatha Bhaile
9. Unstabled (Steeds Of Macha)
10. The Butterfly
1. A Celtic Mourning
2. Celtica (Voice Of The Morrigan)
On the ground he lays,His lifeblood drains from him,The battle has been fought,And the fighting now stopped.He scans the battlefield,Oh the bloodshed he can see,So many that have died,And so few who survived.His brother's men at arms,Who he's known since he was a lad,Lie silent by his side no longer alive.Lying by a treeIs a broken shattered man,Killed by the sword in my warrior's hand.But in his heartHe does not hate this man,He fought for a case,He could not understand.His brother's men at arms,Who he's known since he was a lad,Lie silent by his side no longer alive.A thousand years have passedAnd mankind has stayed the same,They fight against each other for political gain,A politic state rule - the government tool,People live in fear under madman rule.His brother's men at arms,Who've been with him since he was a lad,Will fight by his side for the right to survive.A thousand years moreAnd the world may not exist,The cause will be greed and an iron fistThe spirits will rejoice,Mankind will not be missed.It's up to youIt cannot come to this.His brother's men at arms,Who've been with him since he was a lad,Will fight by his side for the right to survive.
3. The Fianna
When evening in Éireann was greyBefore the dawn they went awayTheir footsteps on hills were heardOn journey long without a wordFrom wilderland to western shoreThrough dragon lair and hidden doorFrom northern waste to southern hillOn darkling woods they walked at willWith Fionn and Óisín, dwarfe and manBird and bough and beast in denWith warrior-druid folkIn secret tongues they spokeA deadly sword, a healing handTrumpet voice, a burning brandTheir backs that bent 'neath their loadThose warriors on the road
4. A Druids Passing
See the stone circle in the hilltopShining in the light of the moonSee the druid kneel in prayerPraying because his life will end soonFor fifty years he has walked this earthFor fifty years he has known no shameNow he knows it's time to returnBack to the earth from whence he cameSee the stone circle on the hilltopShining in the break of the daySee the druid lying in silenceSee the druid who died today
5. Is Fuair An Chroí
Medb; You said you would always be thereYou said you would always careYou said you would always be thereYou said you would always careI was naïve and I was wrongTo you I do not belong!Ailill; Say what you want to sayYou always try to have your wayI try to say that things in life are differentIf this is how you feel in your heartThen I don't want to be a partIn anything you say - I won't listenYour love redeems my painBut I don't want to feel the shameYou've tried to pierce my heartAnd you've succeededWe know now it could never beWhat we once had was ecstasyI can't pretend my soul is not bleeding
6. Cattle Raid Of Cooley
7. The Middle Kingdom
We who are old yet fair of face,
Thousands of years this world did grace,
Beneath the earth away from men,
Our Middle Kingdom it lies hidden.
With sword in hand and our shields by our sides,
We march in hoards we will never subside.
Our Dš Danann form has passed with time,
But still we love music and still we love wine.
We are of the forest, we are of the earth,
Our heads full of knowledge our ways full of mirth.
We know all the answers to questions unasked,
We live in the light with no fear of the dark.
It must be said we have dark evil breeds,
Who plague mankind with their mischievous deeds,
The Phooka, the Merrow, the wailing Bean-shee,
Are hideous creatures as dark as can be.
Avoid the lone thorn tree that grows in the field,
Do not cut it down with the axe that you wield,
It coarses magic from branch to root,
And woe to he who eats its fruit.
Of itself the tree did grow,
From faerie magic cast long ago,
Therefore we bid you to let it stand,
Ill fortune to those who ignore our command.
"We who are old, we are revered, born of the earth, immortal and feared"
In the dead of night see us dance on the hills,
On fiddles and flutes we play jigs and reels.
The sky is ablaze with a myriad of light,
Our faerie music is heard through the night.
We who are old yet fair of face,
Thousands of years this world did grace,
But modern man and his cynical ways,
Are bringing us to the end of our days.
8. Ó Ró Sé Do Bheatha Bhaile
Se do bheatha a bhean leanmhar
Bo Ba é ar gcreach tú bheith I ngéibheann
Do dhuiche bhreá I seilibh méirleach's tu diolta leis na gallaibh
Óró sé bheatha 'bhaile
Óró sé bheatha 'bhaile
Óró sé bheatha 'bhaile'
Nois ar theacht an tsamhraidh
Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile
Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda
Gaeil iad fein is ní
Franc ná SpáinnighIs cuifidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh
A bhuí le Rí na bh
Feart go bhfeiceann
Muna mbíonn beo ina dheoidh ach seachtain
Graínne Mhaol is mile gaiscíoch
Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh
Translation:
Hail O bereaved woman
It was our sorrow you being in fetters
Your fine heritage in the possession of thieves
And you held by the foreigners
O welcome home
O welcome home
O welcome home
Now at the coming of summer
Grainne Ni Mhaille is coming over the sea
Armed young men with her as guards
Gaels themselves not French nor Spaniards
And they will put a hunt on the foreigners
Hanks to the king of wonders that I see
Even if my life ends in but a week
Grainne Ni Mhaille and a thousand voluteers
Proclaiming the scattering of foreigners
9. Unstabled (Steeds Of Macha)
Roaming, WanderingLeft in fields just saunteringSold off, slept roughKept unstabled and toughRiding steeds that know now their fateForever forwardBought and sold for penniesRoaming, wandering unstabledUnspoiled in their fantasiesBut paled in societyWhen they take the beastThe fight unsung will never ceasePolluted grasslandsThe plains they roamed are now goneStill roaming and wanderingAnother dead horse is falling
10. The Butterfly
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