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Cruachan
Members | |
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Current | |
Keith Fay | Bass (1993-1994), Vocals, Guitars, Banjo, Bodhrán, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Percussion (1993-1997, 1999-present) |
Member(bands): Crypt, Minas Tirith | |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion (2000-2007), Bass (2020-present) |
Member(bands): Celtic Legacy | |
Tom Woodlock | Drums (2020-present) |
Member(bands): Zhora | |
David Quinn | Guitars (2020-present) |
Member(bands): Celtachor, In Memory of..., Laochra, Sacrum of Elegy, Two Tales of Woe | |
Audrey Trainor | Violin (2020-present) |
Past | |
Darryl Conlon | Guitars |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) (1993-1997, 1999-2012) |
Member(bands): Crypt | |
Jay O’Neill | Drums, Percussion (1993-1997) |
Member(bands): Minas Tirith | |
Steven Anderson | Guitars, Vocals (1993-1994) |
Member(bands): Venus Sleeps, Yurt, Minas Tirith | |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Whistles, Uilleann pipes, Recorder, Bombard, Keyboards, Percussion (1993-1997, 1999-2002, 2003, 2008-2016) |
Member(bands): Folkodia, Minas Tirith | |
Leon Bias | Guitars (acoustic), Bouzouki, Mandolin (1994-1995) |
Collete O’Fathaigh | Keyboards (1994-1995) |
Jay Brennan | Guitars (1997) |
Aisling Hanrahan | Vocals (1997) |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion (1999-2008) |
Ed Gilbert | Banjo, Guitars (acoustic), Keyboards, Tin whistle (2001-2003) |
John Ryan | Tin whistle (2004-2008), Violin, Bouzouki, Mandocello, Banjo, Keyboards, Vocals (grunts) (2004-2020) |
Member(bands): Sinister Demise, Folkodia, The Veil (live) | |
Colin Purcell | Drums, Percussion (2007-2012) |
Member(bands): Vircolac, Sol Axis, Kingdom, Lunar Gate, Dreamsfear | |
Eric Fletcher | Bass (2012-2018) |
Member(bands): Nephridium, Evolutions End, Syphor, Primal Dawn | |
Mauro Frison | Drums (2012-2020) |
Member(bands): Electric Taurus, Oma Desala, Buffalo, Desert Road, Warbreed, Embodiment, L6B6T6MY, Alternative 4, Huldreslåt | |
Kieran Ball | Guitars (2012-2020) |
Member(bands): C.O.L.D., Destroya, Coldblooded | |
Rustam Shakirzyanov | Bass (2018-2020) |
Member(bands): Rakoth, Superstatic, Umbral Presence | |
Current (Live) | |
Maria Antonenko | Vocals |
Member(bands): Handful of Stars | |
Ashling Murphy | Vocals (2008-present) |
Past (Live) | |
Joe Farrell | Drums (2012) |
Member(bands): Celtic Legacy | |
Nelly Hanael | Vocals (2014-?) |
Member(bands): Majesty of Revival (live), Dimitriy Pavlovskiy’s PowerSquad | |
John Clohessy | Bass (2016) |
Member(bands): Crypt |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Celtica | Demo | 1994 | Show album |
2 | Tuatha na Gael | Full-length | 1995 | Show album |
3 | Promo ’97 | Demo | 1997 | Show album |
4 | The Middle Kingdom | Full-length | 2000 | Show album |
5 | Ride On | Single | 2001 | Show album |
6 | A Celtic Trilogy | Boxed set | 2002 | Show album |
7 | Folk-Lore | Full-length | 2002 | Show album |
8 | Pagan | Full-length | 2004 | Show album |
9 | The Morrigan’s Call | Full-length | 2006 | Show album |
10 | A Celtic Legacy | Compilation | 2007 | Show album |
11 | Blood on the Black Robe | Full-length | 2011 | Show album |
12 | Blood for the Blood God | Full-length | 2014 | Show album |
13 | Nine Years of Blood | Full-length | 2018 | Show album |
14 | The Hawthorn | Single | 2020 | Show album |
Celtica
Members | |
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Band members | |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Leon Bias | Guitars (acoustic), Bouzouki |
Collete O’Fathaigh | Keyboards |
Jay O’Neill | Drums, Percussion |
John Fay | Irish flute, Whistles, Uilleann pipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | To Moytura We Return | 07:25 | Show lyrics |
On the day of the De Danann rule, Breas ruled the pagan lands. He led his people as a fool, Under the shadow of Balors hand. The Tuatha De lived a life of pain, In body and spirit - their weakness grew, As though their battle was in vain, This can’t go on the people knew. Dagda, All father,once God and provider, Fell into disgrace with the king. The food he recieved would not feed a spider. The best pieces, Cridinbel would win. Aengus was shoked by the state of his father, "Crindinbel must die", he did say. He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter, Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day. Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream, His hand was forged by the gods, Water was brought from the healing stream, "You will be king?" - He nods. Breas journied to the Fomor lands. And met his Fomorian father. They held each other in their hands, Their kinship would stay hereafter. The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada, The greatest hero of the Tuatha De, The Fomor arrived for their early tax, These savages Il-Dana did slay. Balor declared war and sent his tribes, Nuada prepared as did the scribes Samhain approached and tensions were high, Dagda went to the Fomor spy. Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion The Il-Dana won this first battle occasion. Back to Moytura the De Danann returned, They set up camp and the pagan fires burned, The first day of battle was a mighty event, Druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent. A great clash of shields, Cries of was frenzy, Blood fell on fields, Each warrior the enemy. Nuada killed Indech, The king of the Fomor, The worm god was unleashed With a taste for war. Nuada raised his sword of light, Against the mighty Cromcruach, Balor caught uhim in his sight, Nuada died a hero’s death. But Balor to the ground was cast, Il-Dana was the new high king, De Danann heroes won at last, Never again to laugh and sing. |
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2. | Maeve’s March | 01:47 | instrumental |
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3. | Cúchulainn (The Hound of Culann) | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, The Hound of Ulster, He is of the otherworld, His father is God Lugh Lamheada, His mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast, For the Ard Ri Conchobhar, His mighty Hound had been unleashed, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates, He did not know of Culann’s Hound, The Hound attacked and met its fate, It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was nagered when he learned, His favorite Hound was no more, But Setanta swore he’d stay at night, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on that day - Which Cathbad declared auspicious, He who took up arms on that day - Would become famous but short lived. His body begins to twist and turn, His flesh revolves within his skin, His features turn red one by one, And the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha, And threatened to destroy the town, The naked women were then brought forth, He then began to calm down, He fell in love with Emer, Her father was appalled, "No warrior shall be with her Unless by Domhnall he is called". He went to train with Domhnall, And learned from him all that he could, You must go and train with Scathach, He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father he quickly refused,Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered the fortress and left manyof the warriors dead, Emer’s father killed himself and the two lovers were later wed. chorus: Cúchulainn, The Hound of Culann Cúchulainn, The Hound of Culann Cúchulainn, The Hound of Culann He is the Son of a God. Cúchulainn, The Hound of Culann Cúchulainn, The Hound of Culann Cúchulainn, The Hound of Culann Serpents and Dragons he fought. Cúchulainn solely defended Ulster, During the mighty war and tain. When Maeve of Connaught invaded, He stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero, With Caladin his Sword, He killed his best friend Ferdiad, At the battle of the Ford. chorus In Cúchulainns final fight, A javelin was thrown at him, It sliced his stomach like a knife, And caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, Where he took a final drink. A raven who was drinking his blood, Tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh, And tied himself against a stone, He faced his enemies standing up, But he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared, Until a crow perched on his arm, An otter began to drink his blood, "Cúchulainn is Dead", is what they said. |
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4. | Battle Frenzy | 00:48 | Show lyrics |
Belt of club. Brains fly out, Kick to face, Warriors shout. Punch the groin. Knob falls out, Bite it off, Hear him shout. Hack off arms. With battle axe, Knife through spleen, Bowels relax. Stab the eyes. Gather heads. Spear the heart. Now your dead. |
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5. | The Voyage of Bran | 04:25 | Show lyrics |
Cróib dind abaill a h-emain Dofed samail do gnáthaib, Gésci findargarrait fora, Abrait gland co mbláthaib. Cáine amre lasin mbrain Ina churchán tar muir glan Os mé im’ charput di chéin, Is mag scothach immaréid. Fossad airsin imraad bran, Ni chian co tír inna mbain, Emme co n-ildath féle Ricfe ré fuiniud gréne. |
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6. | To Invoke the Horned God | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
He holds a twisted torc in his hand, The forests are his ruling land. "Great god Cernunnos,return to Earth again, Come at my call and show thyself to men, Sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, Lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". The Horned God is our nature deity, Yet modern man would from his presence flee. "Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night, Men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light, Open the door - the door that hath no key, The door of dreams, wereby men come to thee". Sheperd of goats,O answer unto me! The summerlands is where we shall meet thee. To invoke thee..... The Horned God. |
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7. | F.M.C.D.A.C.A.K.A.F.G.H. | 00:15 | |
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8. | Scéal na Fianna (live) | 05:18 | |
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31:31 |
Tuatha na Gael
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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April 30th, 1995 | Nazgul’s Eyrie Productions | N.E.P.005 | CD | |
December 1996 (Unofficial) | Moon Records | Cassette | ||
2001 | Hammerheart Records | HHR 104 | CD | |
2001 | Hammerheart Records | HHR 104 | 12" vinyl | Picture Disc |
2003 | Encore Records | ENC 053 | CD | |
2003 | Fono Ltd. | FO182CD | CD | |
2003 | Karmageddon Media | KARMA024 | CD | |
2004 | Candlelight Records USA | CANUS0082CD | CD | |
November 6th, 2020 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
Unknown (Unofficial) | Invisible Halahup | Z10018 | CD |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Keith O Fathaigh | Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Vocals, Lyrics |
Leon Bias | Guitars (acoustic), Bouzouki, Mandolin |
John Clohessy | Bass |
Collete Ui Fathaigh | Keyboards |
John O Fathaigh | Irish flute, Whistles, Recorder |
Jay O’Niell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Niamh Hanlon | Uilleann pipes |
Paul Kerns | Vocals (backing) (tracks 2, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Opyros (R.I.P. 2019) | Producer |
Paul Thomas | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | The First Battle of Moytura | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
They came here when the sun was high. The sea was calm to meet them. From out of the wind above the hills. Come a fleet of godly men. Borne on strong winds from the otherworld. Shrouded by magical mists The Tuatha de Danann came in their Great magical mystical ships. Nuada, king of Tuatha De, Turned his eager sharp eyes Towards the land of his ancestral home, The valleys, the sea and the skies. He was a giant among mortal men, A hero among the immortals Who led his people {warriors strong} Back to the land of their fathers. The Fir Bolg, who were in Eireann before the Tuatha de Danann. Sent streng their mighty champian to parley with the future king. Breas was sent by Nuada to find out his intent, "I greet you as a brother", said Streng "By Eochai I’ve been sent". The terms of battle were laid, half of Eireann Breas asked, The Fir Bolg said this can’t be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed. Both sides made plans, they prepared their wells of healing, Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and their kings. The sun shone down on helmets, shields and swords, Midsummers day, the two armies walked in haodes Towards Magh Nai, the Fir Bolg followed their chietains, And swept towards the Tuatha De like waves crash on the beaches. The clash of sword and shield, the splintering of bone, The Fir Bolg would not yield, though they heard their people’s moans. The naked hillmen warriors, were forced back through the fight, Followed by his bodyguard, the Dagda took their lives But the ground was piled high with the dead of the Tuatha De All surviving warriors fled to live and fight another day. "We have been defeated but tomorrows another day" "Summon your courage. Prepare yourselves, Tomorrow the Fir Bolg we slay" Four more days of battle came and many fine warriors fell, Mothers lost their fighting sons, the wounded healed in wells. Nuada lost his strong right arm, now he will lose his throne, The sons of Nuada killed Eochai, but they too were overthrown. Streng led the Fir Bolg to the fort and met with the injured, Nuada, both men declared a truce and Eireann was fairly divided. |
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3. | Maeve’s March | 03:32 | instrumental |
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4. | Fall of Gondolin | 08:04 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed, The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong, In the land were Turgon reigned, Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea, To tell the people of Gondolin, Prepare to fight or flee. But Turgon he was stubborn, "That will I not do!". He had grown to love his city, And the terror of Morgoth he knew. The city was discovered, And Morgoth sent his legions, Orc warriors with the fire-drakes, Led by the Balrog demons. They appeared before the gates and quickly the gates fell, The way was now clear, through the Elven halls, The orcs of such hatred poured into the breach, With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast. The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath, And the kindred of the tree, bravely they fought, The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs, The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough. The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons, and made for the folk of the hammer. They fled in terror rather than of craft, Down in the plain they all gathered. But a fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died. Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer, Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own. Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart, Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion. The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart. The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose. The most beautiful city built on Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong. In the land were Turgon reigned, But now it lay akin to ruins, As the fire devoured its insides, The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee and hide. But Turgon was a noble king "That will I not do!", He stayed to die with the city, The only one he knew. |
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5. | Cúchulainn | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, He is of the otherworld, His father is God Lugh Lamheada, His mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast, For the Ard Ri Conchobhar, His mighty Hound had been unleashed, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates, He did not know of Culann’s Hound, The Hound attacked and met its fate, It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was nagered when he learned, His favorite Hound was no more, But Setanta swore he’d stay at night, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on that day, Which Cathbad declared auspicious, He who took up arms on that day, Would become famous but short lived. His body begins to twist and turn, His flesh revolves within his skin, His features turn red one by one, And the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha, And threatened to destroy the town, The naked women were then brought forth, He then began to calm down, He fell in love with Emer, Her father was appalled, "No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called". He went to train with Domhnall, And learned from him all that he could, You must go and train with Scathach, He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father he quickly refused, Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead, Emer’s father killed himself The two lovers then were wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster, During the mighty war and tain. When Medb of Connaught invaded, He stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero With Caladin his Sword, He killed his best friend Frediad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 His is the Son of a God Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, A javelin was thrown at him, It sliced his stomach like a knife, and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, Where he took a final drink. A raven who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh, and tied himself against a stone, He faced his enemies standing up, But he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared, Until a crow perched on his arm, An otter began to drink his blood, "Cuchulainn is dead", is what they said. |
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6. | Táin Bó Cuailgne | 08:45 | Show lyrics |
I see a battle, a blonde man, with much blood about his belt, and a hero-halo ’round his head, whole hosts he will destroy. His jaws are settled in a snarl, he wears a looped, red tunic, in thousands you will yield your heads, his form dragonish in the fray. A giant on the plain I see, doing battle with the host, holding in each of his two hands four gore ladened battle-axes. I see him hurling against that host, Two Gae-bolga and a spear, he towers on the battle field, in breastplate and red cloak. Across the bladed chariot wheel, the warped warrior deals death, that fair from I first beheld, melted to a mis-shape. I see him moving into the fray, take warning, watch him well, Cuchulainn, Suailtim’s son! making dense massacre. The blood starts from warriors wounds, total ruin, at his touch, torn corpses, women wailing, because of him, the Forge Hound |
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7. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
He holds a twisted torc in his hand, the forests are his ruling land. "Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again, come at my call and show thyself to men, sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". the Horned God is our nature deity, yet modern man would from his presence flee. "Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night, men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light, open the door, the door that hath no key, the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee". Sheperd of goats, o answer unto me! The summerlands is where we shall meet thee. To invoke thee... The Horned God. |
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8. | Brian Boru | 04:40 | instrumental |
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9. | To Moytura We Return | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day of the De Danann rule, Breas ruled the pagan lands. He led his people as a fool, under the shadow of Balor’s hand. The Tuatha De lived a life of pain, in body and spirit their weakness grew, as though their battle was in vain, this can’t go on the people knew. Dagda, All father, once God and provider, fell into disgrace with the king. The food he recieved would not feed a spider. The best pieces, Cridinbel would win. Aengus was shoked by the state of his father, "Crindinbel must die", he did say. He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter, Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day. Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream, his hand was forged by the gods, water was brought from the healing stream, "You will be king?". -he nods. Breas journied to the Fomor lands. And met his Fomorian father. They held each other in their hands, their kinship would stay hereafter. The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada, the greatest hero of the Tuatha De, The Fomor arrived for their early tax, these savages Il-Dana did slay. Balor declared war and sent his tribes, Nuada prepared as did the scribes Samhain approached and tensions were high, Dagda went to the Fomor spy. Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion the Il-Dana won this first battle occasion. Back to Moytura the De Danann returned, they set up camp and the pagan fires burned, the first day of battle was a mighty event, druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent. A great clash of shields, cries of was frenzy, blood fell on fields, each warrior the enemy. Nuada killed Indech, the king of the Fomor, the worm god was unleashed with a taste for war. Nuada raised his sword of light, against the mighty Cromcruach, Balor caught uhim in his sight, Nuada died a hero’s death. But Balor to the ground was cast, Il-Dana was the new high king, De Danann heroes won at last, never again to laugh and sing. |
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56:51 |
Promo ’97
Members | |
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John Clohessy | Bass |
John O’Fathaigh | Tin whistle, Flute |
Keith Fay | Guitars, Vocals, Keyboards, Mandolin |
Aisling Hanrahan | Vocals |
Jay O’Neill | Drums, Percussion |
Jay Brennan | Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Return | 06:33 | |
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2. | Erinsong | 04:54 | Show lyrics |
I am the wind that blows over the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am a vulture on the rock I am a ray of the sun I am the fairest of plants I am a wild boar in valour Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Created by magic, cast from the Gods and the Sidhe I am a salmon in the water I am a lake in the plain I am the craft of the artificer I am a word of science I am the god that creates In the head of man the fire of thought I am the spear-point cast in battle I am the druid, I am the God Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Who shows the place where the sun goes to rest if not I? |
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3. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] |
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15:11 |
The Middle Kingdom
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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2000 | Hammerheart Records | HHR057 | CD | |
2000 | Hammerheart Records | HHR057 | CD | Digipak, Limited edition |
2000 | Hammerheart Records | HHR057 | 12" vinyl | |
July 2000 (Unofficial) | Moon Records | Cassette | ||
2001 | Fono Ltd. | FO44CD | CD | |
2001 | Fono Ltd. | FO44CD | CD | Digipak |
2001 | Fono Ltd. | FO44MC | Cassette | |
2001 (Unofficial) | Спюрк | M-340 | CD | |
2004 | Karmageddon Media | KARMA027 | CD | |
November 9th, 2020 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Bones, Lyrics, Songwriting |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder, Uilleann pipes, Songwriting |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John Munnelly | Vocals (track 5) |
Andy Kelligan | Highland bagpipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | A Celtic Mourning | 04:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Celtica (Voice of the Morrigan) | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
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 tree Is a broken shattered man, Killed by the sword in my warrior’s hand. But in his heart He 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 passed And 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 more And the world may not exist, The cause will be greed and an iron fist The spirits will rejoice, Mankind will not be missed. It’s up to you It 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. |
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3. | The Fianna | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
When evening in Éireann was grey Before the dawn they went away Their footsteps on hills were heard On journey long without a word. From wilderland to western shore Through dragon lair and hidden door From northern waste to southern hill On darkling woods they walked at will. With Fionn and Óisín, dwarfe and man Bird and bough and beast in den With warrior-druid folkIn Secret tongues they spoke. A deadly sword, a healing hand Trumpet voice, a burning brand Their backs that bent ’neath their load Those warriors on the road |
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4. | A Druid’s Passing | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the light of the moon, See the druid kneel in prayer, Praying because his life will end soon. For fifty years he has walked this earth, For fifty years he has known no shame, Now he knows it’s time to return, Back to the earth from whence he came. See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the break of day, See the druid lying in silence, See the druid who died today. |
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5. | Is Fuair an Chroí | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Medb; You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, I was nadve and I was wrong, To you, I do not belong! Ailill; Say what you want to say, You always try to have your way, I try to say that things in life are different. If this is how you feel in your heart, Then I don’t want to be a part, In anything you say -I won’t listen. Your love redeems my pain, But I don’t want to feel the shame, You’ve tried to pierce my heart, And you’ve succeeded. We know now it could never be, What we once had was ecstacy, I can’t pretend my soul is not bleeding. |
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6. | Cattle Raid of Cooley (Táin Bó Cuailgne) | 04:46 | instrumental |
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7. | The Middle Kingdom | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
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 De 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. |
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8. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] 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 |
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9. | Unstabled (Steeds of Macha) | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Roaming, wandering, Left in fields just sauntering. Sold off, slept rough, Kept unstabled and tough. Riding steeds that know not their fate. Forever forward, Bought and sold for pennies. Roaming, wandering unstabled. Unspoiled in their fantasies, But paled in society, When they take the beast, The fight unsung will never cease. Polluted grasslands, The plains they roamed are now gone, Still roaming and wandering, Another dead horse is falling. |
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10. | The Butterfly | 03:46 | instrumental |
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44:38 |
Ride On
Album versions
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2001 | Hammerheart Records | HHR 079 | CD | Slimcase |
May 30th, 2001 | Hammerheart Records | HHR 079 | CD | Cardboard sleeve |
November 18th, 2020 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
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John Clohessy | Bass |
John O’Fathaigh | Flutes, Whistles, Recorder, Pipes |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Banjo, Bodhran, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Spoon |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Shane MacGowan | Vocals |
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1. | Ride On | 04:39 | Show lyrics |
[featuring Shane Mac Gowan on vocals] True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. [CHORUS (Two times)] Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. [CHORUS] |
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2. | Maeve’s March 2001 | 03:09 | instrumental |
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3. | Sauron | 03:04 | Show lyrics |
We fled for our lives on a winter’s eve, Cold but unheeded, we left with speed. The roundheads they had come this night, Our gallant people ? But blood in sight. If we were to barter for our lives, We would wind up dead. This is the land where I was born and bred, Am I a coward to avoid being dead ? These are the words of our forefathers, Long ago, in a time of fear. They say "what giveth returns time thee" Now in this age, we will wait and see. Condemn what you will in this war of worlds, Shout if you want amid peaceful slurs. But how do you stop a charging bull, With horns of steel and a desire to cull ? |
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4. | To Hell or to Connaught | 03:46 | Show lyrics |
From the south a shadow will rise, With blackened soul and an evil eye. He will bring his terror to the land, Those who oppose shall fall by his hand. In the land of Mordor - blackest of all, He sits on his throne in his darkest hall. There he will plot against the North, His orcs and demons will issue forth. Sauron, Sauron, darkest of all, The nine are abroad, you can hear them call. Sauron, Sauron, the war you will win, When you have reclaimed the ruling ring. With Balrog tall and orc so small, This army will make his enemies fall. The hated Northeners are coming soon, He bides his time, he sees their doom. His ring is lost but not for long, He knows the shire, this land of song. The ring is there he sees it clear, Soon to be his to rule in fear. Sauron, Sauron, darkest of all, The nine are abroad, you can hear them call. Sauron, Sauron, the war you will win, When you have reclaimed the ruling ring |
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A Celtic Trilogy
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1. | Tuatha na Gael | 56:51 | |
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2. | The Middle Kingdom | 44:38 | |
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3. | Folk-Lore | 45:41 | |
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Folk-Lore
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February 4th, 2002 | Hammerheart Records | HHR 080 | CD | |
February 4th, 2002 | Hammerheart Records | HHR 080 | CD | Digipak |
February 4th, 2002 | Hammerheart Records | HHR 080 | 12" vinyl | Picture disc |
2002 | Fono Ltd. | FO191CD | CD | Limited edition, Digipak |
2002 | Fono Ltd. | FO124CD | CD | |
2004 | Candlelight Records USA | CANUS0083CD | CD | |
March 22nd, 2004 | Karmageddon Media | KARMA028 | CD |
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John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Liz Keller | Fiddle, Violin |
Louise Fay | Vocals (spoken) (Track 5) |
Shane Mac Gowan | Vocals (Tracks 6, 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Denis Buckley | Producer, Engineering |
Shane Mac Gowan | Producer |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art |
Marco Jeurissen | Artwork, Layout |
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1. | Bloody Sunday | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Remember well the 30th of January The feeling of dread that was in the air The people marched for their right to equality They only wanted to be treated fair Shots were fired by a mindless military The people ran they were unarmed Across the world we will read of Derry And those who died by oppressive hands 13 people lost their lives that Sunday Women, children and innocent men Many wounded lay crying in agony The knights of Malta attended them And so began the government cover up And so began the lies and deceit Soldiers statements would be changed and torn up No reports would come from men on the street As the years went by the people began to talk The hidden crimes were now being told Innocent protestors - shot in the back Left to die in the winter cold The bullets used had all been tampered Maximum injury would come from them This tyranny will not go un-noticed Our day will come again |
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2. | The Victory Reel | 01:21 | instrumental |
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3. | Death of a Gael | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
A warrior so proud of the woman by his side His faithful heart would take no other bride For three years they lived, midst the forests of the land Strong and proud was the love of this woman and man Like the sky high above, no beginning and no end The woman that he loves, his life and best friend Until that day in December when the snowstorms did start Stalked the Norseman with his bow, put an arrow through his heart Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind Blowing across the land Stealing his life from him From the earth, and into the otherworld The land of Tir Na N’Og Is the place where he must go ’Woman come to my side Let your arms shield my pain For I know I will not spend another day with you again’ They say she will not move From the place where he did die Once so strong and so proud She cannot talk but cry |
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4. | The Rocky Road to Dublin | 03:07 | Show lyrics |
In the merry month of June, from me home I started, Left the girls a tune, nearly broken-hearted, saluted father dear, Kissed me darlin’ mother, drank a pint of beer, Me grieving tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, With the stout black horn to banish ghosts and goblins, A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o’er the bogs, and frightening all the dogs on CHORUS: The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Hunt the hare and turning her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin! Whack fol lal dee rah! Well in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, me spirits blithe and airy, took the drop o’ the pure, To keep me heart from sinking, that’s the Paddy’s cure, Whenever he’s on for drinking, To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while, At me curious tales, which set your heart to bubblin, Asked if I was hired, wages I required, till I was nearly tired of Chorus. Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived, a view of that fine city, so then I took a stroll, All among the quality, bundle it was stole, While in the neat locality, Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind, No bundle cord I find, upon me stick a wobblin, Inquiring for the rogue, set me call to brogue, wasn’t much in vogue on Chorus. Well from there I got away, me spirits never failing, Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing, the captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, when I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs, they’d some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin, When off Hollyhead, wished meself was dead, or better far instead down The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it, blood began to boil, Temper I was losin, for old Erin’s Isle, They began abusing, "Hurrah me soul," says I, me shillelagh I let fly, Galway boys were nigh, and saw I was a’hobblin With a loud hurray, joining in the affray, we quickly cleared the way for Chorus. |
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5. | Ossian’s Return | 04:44 | Show lyrics |
The sky was grey and leaden Wolves howling on the wind Above the land of Tir Na N’Og The ancient calm still reigned ’I long to stand on my home shore’ Said Ossian in a glare ’But Ossian love, this is your home’ Said Niamh of the golden hair She seen the look upon his face She knew the pain he felt He longed to be home among his race With his ring-sword strapped to his belt ’Return my love to the land of man But be warned, time rests heavily there Come back to me if you ever can Back to the land of the fair’ ’Do not dismount from the steed you ride From this world it belongs If you dismount you will fall by its side To be rememberd only in fairy songs’ He galloped across the fairy seas Back to the land of man Watched by the Gods and the Daoine Sidhe His life to end as it began ’I have returned’, he said aloud But no one was there to hear His noble home once bold and proud Had crumbled through the many years A power had come into the land To threaten the olden ways The people ignore the ancient Gods They bid farewell to a golden age Ossian stopped his gallant steed He could see some people ahead ’Help us please, our brothers are trapped Beneath this dolmen’, they said He leaned down from his mount And gripped the domen firm From the earth the rock was freed The people beneath unharmed But from the strain his saddle broke To the earth he was cast A cry of pain burst from his throat The years now caught him at last In Tir Na N’Og Niamh shed a tear When she saw the rider-less horse Ossian was gone, her greatest fear Her heart was full of deep remorse |
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6. | Spancill Hill | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasent days gone by Me mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancill Hill. Delighted by the novelty, enchanted with the scene Where in me early boyhood where often I had been I thought I heard a murmer and I think I hear it still It’s the little stream of water that flows down Spancill Hill. To amuse a passing fancy I lay down on the ground And all me school copanions they shortly gathered round When we were home returning we danced with bright goodwill To Martin Moynahan’s music at the cross at Spancill Hill. It was on the twenty-forth of June, the day before the fair When Ireland’s sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancill Hill. I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say The old ones they were dead and gone, the young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley, he as bold as ever still For he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancill Hill. I paid a flying visit to me first and only love She’s as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me, crying Johnny I love you still She was a farmer’s daughter, the pride of Spancill Hill. Well I dreamt I hugged and kissed her as in the day’s of yore She said, Johnny you’re only joking as many the times before The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill And I woke in California, many miles from Spancill Hill. |
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7. | The Children of Lir | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
In a time of myth and magic Lived a man of timeless power Lir was his name But his temper had turned sour He would not be king of the land Bov Dearg was chosen instead Lir would pay no tribute to him And secretly wished he was dead Alas with time Lir’s wife did die And he was full of great sadness Dearg heard this and sent word to Lir To meet him in his palace When they met, they both embraced Their friendship was made then Dearg summoned his daughter Eve And told Lir he must marry again Lir’s love for Eve was as strong as with his first wife A seed was planted, Fionnula and Aedh were born But her next child birth would take away her life Fiachra and Conn From their mother’s stomach were born Lir’s sadness knew no bounds He cried out to the night Dearg was there to comfort him And help him see the light He had four beautiful children And with time another bride Eve’s sister Aoife would stay loyal to his side But Aoife had a jealous side - a cancer in her mind She moved against the children Love for them she could not find She took them in her chariot to a lake not far away And changed them into swans Like night time into day 300 years on Derravaragh, so commenced the spell The children would swim to the shore Their story for to tell 300 years on the sea of Moyle A cruel and bitter place The children missed their father here The smile upon his face In the sea of Moyle the waves did crash And beat the land with might The rain fell fierce and the wind blew hard The swans all feared for their lives Fionnula was strong and wisest of all And guarded her brothers from strife Under her wings they hid from night And waited for the morning light Finally the day did come to leave this terrible sea 300 more years to live as swans Then they at last would be free To Inish Gluaire the swans did fly As last as they would go New lands and kingdoms everywhere Fionnula did see down in below There they waited, till at last the day did dawn The spell was ending They felt themselves transform They were now ancient Their youth was gone forever And as they died They held hands and went together |
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8. | Ride On | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. CHORUS (Two times) Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. CHORUS |
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9. | Susie Moran | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
Life for you, it was not easy And at ties was so unfair In a time when work was scarce Many burdens were yours to bear You bore the brunt of grief When Patrick left the earth Such a tragedy to happen To a child four months from birth When husband Jack did lay For years in a hospital bed You were by his side relentlessly To help him through this dread You had no time for science Technology was not your friend You lived your life in black and white Until the very end You’ve gone now to that other place Your work on earth is done Jack is waiting there for you In his arms he holds your son We know it may be long Before we hear your voice again You will always be remembered Never forgotten - Susie Moran |
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10. | Exiles | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
Loneliness was all she knew Because of her God sent beauty Evil and carnage were sure to ensue Her death was Conchobars duty The high king Conchobar would not dare So he hid her away from his people ’Deirdre will live and grow up fair Then marry me in my temple’ (18 years later) She was disgusted by Conchobar And vowed she would not be wed ’I love only the man who bears the colours - black, white and blood red’ ’I know such a man’, her aide explained But Deirdre could only hope Uisneach’s sons were led to the forest With Naoise, she would elope No place was safe for the four exiles They left Eireann with heavy hearts But to see her face, and see her smile Gave the brothers strength to depart In Albas’ hills they made their home And began a simple life Local hatred had suddenly grown Men wanted her as a wife Conchobar dreamed of Deirdre his true love He longed for the touch of her skin His duties neglected, his life so affected ’Why did she leave the court of the King?’ After some time he explained he was wrong or so we were led to believe ’This sorrowful song I have sung for so long, Naoise agus Deirdre I now forgive’ Naoise always longed to go back home When he heard the news he wept The brothers prepared for the journey ahead With Fergus Mac Roth they all left The exiles returned to the King alone And knew there was something not right Conchobar made his plans be known The brothers took up the fight The exiles fled to the sorrowful forest Followed by the king’s men Deirdre was hidden but they needed rest They could not fight again Naoise smelt death and he quietly said ’Please Deirdre stay where you are’ A belt of a sword and the brothers fell dead Deirdre smelt blood on the air Conchobar: ’Cannot you see, I did this for you Our wedding can now take place’ They left for Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew In a chariot she felt death’s embrace ’I am Deirdre, for a short time alive To end life be evil, it is worse to survive’ From the chariot she fell to her death To be with Naoise, to smell his sweet breath |
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Pagan
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April 1st, 2004 | Karmageddon Media | KARMA026 | CD | |
2004 | Candlelight Records USA | CANUS0087CD | CD | |
2004 | Encore Records | ENC 042 | CD | |
2004 | Irond Records | IROND CD 04-754 | CD | |
December 4th, 2020 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Bombard, Recorder, Keyboards |
Chris Kavanagh | Vocals (track 8) |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Tommy Martin | Uillean pipes |
Michelle O’Brien | Fiddle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Al Cowen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
John Howe | Cover art, Artwork |
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1. | Michael Collins | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
A volunteer in his nation’s struggle Another soldier in the G.P.O. The rising failed - our leaders captured The English grip would not let go But Michael would return to lead us In our fight to re-claim our land The I.R.B. will march victorious For they shall have the upper hand He railled men from far and wide To join the rebellion that lay ahead His murder squad was formed in earnest The secret service soon lay dead In reprisal the British army killed Innocent people watching a hurling game That day would become a turning point Irish psyche would never be the same The customs house was set on fire The I.R.B. became the I.R.A. The time was nigh to call a cease-fire July 11th would be that day De Valera, our elected president Knew a republic he would not get He sent Collins to meet the British He sent Collins to his death! The British treaty was signed by Collins A free state was all they would give A step towards independence Is better that a war we cannot win Many people did not agree with him Civil war split the country in two Michael would die from an Irish bullet He gave his best, what more could he do? |
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2. | Pagan | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
A scourge on the world from the earliest days Christ, his church and his sinister ways Starter of wars, instigator of crimes Despoiler of cultures, destroyer of minds More people have died in the name of Christ Than any other in the history of life You kill all who oppose your perfidious might A religion of conquest born in black light Our father who art in heaven Corruption be thy name You blind your people with lies False prophet your only gain Thy kingdom come and be done Your time is now at an end The veil is slowly being lifted Your past you must try to defend They prey on our children so young and naive These pedophile bastards they are a disease They preach about love, or so I am told But the love that they practice is twisted and cold |
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3. | The Gael | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
I hear you calling Your voice so fair I reach out to touch you But know you’re not there The summer is ending Clouds darken the sky As the rain starts to fall I weep and I cry No more can I see you Now you have passed on The world seems so lifeless And cold with you gone I look at the place Were we both used to lie And think of times past With a tear in my eye |
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4. | Ard Rí na hÉireann | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
A tale of honor I will now tell About a man, strong and true Brian Boru was his name And through his deeds a nation grew He was born in a time of bondage The Viking raiders claimed his lands His hatred grew when he saw his mother Killed by vicious Viking hands His brother Mahon strived for peace Brian knew it would never come The Vikings have us by the throat! They kill our children just for fun Boru left with a group of men They rode into the fading light He would attack the many Viking camps And vanish in the dark of night Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a Viking blade was his fate Brian Boru, our last Ard Rí Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the Vikings from his sight Malachy, the king of Meath, with Brian face to face They both agreed that Brian should take The monarchy of the Gaelic race Brian had much word to do To heal the wounds of Danish reign He planned a massive call to arms To remove the last of the Dane To Clontarf Brian’s army marched To give the Dane their final fight The army charged with swords help high The Viking line was soon in sight The battle rages for many hours And many fine warriors fell But victory was always ours The Gaelic might could not be quelled Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a Viking blade was his fate Brian Boru, our last Ard Rí Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the Vikings from his sight |
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6. | Viking Slayer | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
I watch the sky turning black And know the time is fast approaching My clan they all look to me I turn away, I face the ocean In the dark I see a fleet of long-ships on the horizon Again the Vikings come, to this land they are a poison Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids Their boats now pulled to shore Scrawny men pour forth from the hull Their faces look ailing and drawn But their minds are bent on the cull On they come, these Viking raiders, pale and grey With withered bodies and swords to slay Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line But we are butchers and they are our swine By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here Stand firm at your line and show to fear From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands But instead tonight they will die by Gaelic hands I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the Vikings Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder So many of my warriors die, as they stop Viking plunder In the distance I see, their leader so wretched and vile Leading his men with pride, I see his weakness and I smile Caught up in his stupor of greed, I slice his head from his neck His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day |
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8. | Some Say the Devil Is Dead (Wolfe Tones cover) | 03:13 | Show lyrics |
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow Feed the pigs and milk the cow, early in the morning Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, Paddy dear I’m over here Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, it’s time to stop your yawning Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Katie she is tall and thin, she’s tall and thin, and tall and thin Katie she is tall and thin, and like her drops of brandy Drinks it in the bed each night, drinks it in the bed each night Drinks it in the bed each night, it makes her nice and randy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army The wife she has the hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing The wife she has the hairy thing, she showed it to me on Sunday She bought it in the furrier’s shop, bought it in the furrier’s shop She bought it in the furriers’s shop, it’s going back on Monday Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army My one’s over six feet tall, six feet tall, six feet tall My one’s over six feet tall, she likes the sugar candy Goes to bed at six o’clock, goes to bed at six o’clock Goes to bed at six o’clock, she’s lazy, fat and dandy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army |
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9. | 1000 Years | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
As I look out across the sea I stand proud but am I free? A thousand years have come and gone I have won, I will go on Stand firm against the storm I cannot see it but it will come And with the ghosts of a million Gaels I will rise up, I will prevail You can starve my children You can kill my fighting man Take away my right to freedom And when my back is turned you kill again You can burn my houses Take away all that I have known But the seeds are sown When the Dane invaded The held the Gael with a strangle-hold Until Boru joined to clans He won the war, re-claimed my lands My green fields have been stained red From the blood of the Irish dead But with this fire that burns inside I will always rebel, I will survive You can starve my children You can kill my fighting man Take away my right to freedom And when my back is turned you kill again You can burn my houses Take away all that I have known But the seeds are sown |
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10. | Lament for the Wild Geese | 01:28 | instrumental |
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11. | Erinsong | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
I am the wind that blows over the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am a vulture on the rock I am a ray of the sun I am the fairest of plants I am a wild boar in valour Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Created by magic, cast from the Gods and the Sidhe I am a salmon in the water I am a lake in the plain I am the craft of the artificer I am a word of science I am the god that creates In the head of man the fire of thought I am the spear-point cast in battle I am the druid, I am the God Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Who shows the place where the sun goes to rest if not I? |
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12. | Summoning of the Sídhe | 03:00 | instrumental |
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13. | The Fall of Gondolin | 07:46 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon reigned Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea To tell the people of Gondolin Prepare to fight or flee But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city And the terror of Morgoth he knew The city was discovered And Morgoth sent his legions Orc warriors with the fire-drakes Led by the Balrog demons They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell The way was now clear, through the Elven halls The orcs of such hatred poured into the breath With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath And the kindred of the tree-bravely they fought The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons And made for the folk of the hammer They fled in terror rather than of craft Down in the plain they all gathered But the fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose The most beautiful city built on the Middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon reigned But now it lay akin to ruins As the fire devoured its insides The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee abd hide But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city |
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The Morrigan’s Call
Album versions
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November 17th, 2006 | AFM Records | AFM-139-2 | CD | |
2006 | CD-Maximum | CDM 0107-2656 | CD | |
2007 | Candlelight Records USA | CDL343CD | CD | |
2007 | Encore Records | ENC 079 | CD | |
January 24th, 2007 | Spiritual Beast | SBCD-1048 | CD | Japan |
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Karen Gilligan | Vocals |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Clohessy | Bass, Aldotrube |
John Ryan | Fiddle, Violin, Mandocello, Bowed bass, Banjo, Vocals (grunts, track 1) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
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John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
Aine O’Dwyer | Irish harp |
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Gail Liebling | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art, Artwork |
Matthias Zimmer | Layout |
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1. | Shelob | 03:05 | Show lyrics |
A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile, a beast with no mercy or heart. She will lead you in with a sinister grin, and then she will tear you apart. Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite. Her cruel claws will hold you tight. This sickly spider will rip your skin and poison you from within. Her horrible reign has lasted an age; yet no one will challenge her rule. She lives un-checked in her cave of web, so brutal, malicious and cruel. But a traveller came from the north one day, so innocent, caring and kind. Blind walked the traveller into the cave, unaware of what he might find. The beast attacked with all its might. The traveller ran from its sight. He pierced the creature, a painful strike, then ran from the cave in fright. Now the beast remains in her cave of hate claiming victims whenever she can, but not our hero, who came from the north. Stronger is he since he ran. A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile, a beast with no mercy or heart. She will lead you in with a sinister grin, and then she will tear you apart. Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite. Her cruel claws will hold you tight. This sickly spider will rip your skin and poison you from within. Her horrible reign has lasted an age; yet no one will challenge her rule. She lives un-checked in her cave of web, so brutal, malicious and cruel. But a traveller came from the north one day, so innocent, caring and kind. Blind walked the traveller into the cave, unaware of what he might find. The beast attacked with all its might. The traveller ran from its sight. He pierced the creature, a painful strike, then ran from the cave in fright. Now the beast remains in her cave of hate claiming victims whenever she can, but not our hero, who came from the north. Stronger is he since he ran. |
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2. | The Brown Bull of Cooley | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. She wanted the bull that dwelled in Cooley - a magnificent beast that she longed to see. Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. She longed for the bull that dwelled in Cooley - a magnificent beast that she longed to see. The men of Ulster would not concur. “No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” She gathers her armies she looks to the north. On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. The men of Ulster would not concur. “No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” She gathers her armies she looks to the north. On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. Maeve is warned by a faerie prophet: she had a vision of evil, malice and death. “This cannot be, as anyone will tell, the men of Ulster are held by an ancient spell.” But true this news was and here I will tell why - Ulster’s defender was merely a boy. Cuchulainn was his name; he was free from the curse. Single combat was arranged and he would fight first. He slays many soldiers through the day and night. No matter whom he faces, Cuchulainn wins the fight. He is watched by The Morrigan, the Goddess of war. Love grows in her heart as she views from afar. The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. “Men are being killed, women carried away!” He called to the warriors who were in disarray. Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. “Men are being killed, women carried away!” Their lines are broken, in disarray. An accident happened and his head was cut off, but continued to speak and choke and cough. This spectacle brings Ulster out of its spell; they go to Cuchulainn and Ulster fights well. Maeve has been defeated and to Connaught he returns, but there is a twist to this tale, a very strange turn. She captured the bull and brought it to Cruachan. It killed her own bull and in the morning was gone. |
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3. | Coffin Ships | 01:50 | instrumental |
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4. | The Great Hunger | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
We are alone in this cursed land, left to die like starving dogs. Our crops have failed us yet again; nothing grows in this desolate bog. I hold my daughter in my arms. She is too weak to stand or walk. Her face is gaunt, her belly empty; she cannot see, she cannot talk. What money I had has all been spent, on bread and milk and bloody rent. They take from us all that we have, these bastards that from Hell were sent. My wife is dead. My home is lost, all around me dead and dying. I grip my child, I hold her tight. I must go on, I must keep trying. To the harbour is where I plan to go, to escape the land I love so dear. The English are the rulers here. They eat their fill. The have no fear. I look to the heavens and shout aloud “What has poor Ireland done?” The world looks on and sees us starve, dying one by one. My strength has failed, I can’t go on. Beside my daughter I lay. Some bread or corn could save her life. All I can do is pray. I hold her hand and wipe a tear as I watch a new day dawn. My daughter seems so peaceful now; to heaven she is gone. |
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5. | The Old Woman in the Woods | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, weile weile waile. There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, down by the river Saile. She had a baby three months old, weile weile waile. She had a baby three months old, down by the river Saile. She had a pen knife, long and sharp, weile weile waile. She had a pen knife, long and sharp, down by the river Saile. She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, weile weile waile. She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, down by the river Saile. There were three loud knocks come a’knockin on the door, weile weile waile. There were three loud knocks come a’knockin on the door, down by the river Saile. There were two policemen and a special-branchman, weile weile waile. There were two policemen and a special-branchman, down by the river Saile. They put a rope around her neck, weile weile waile. They put a rope around her neck, down by the river Saile. They pulled the rope and she got hung, weile weile waile. They pulled the rope and she got hung, down by the river Saile. And that was the end of the woman in the woods, weile weile waile. And that was the end of the baby too, down by the river Saile. |
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6. | Ungoliant | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
Evil incarnate from the depths of night, a monstrous creature that hungers for light. Corrupted by Melkor to do as he says, this hideous spider, unwillingly obeys. Telperion and Laurelin shone brightly this night, these trees of the Gods, created for light. All around Valmar shone silver and gold. Melkor seen this and his grew cold. Over the fields of Valinor she came; the fear of Melkor drove her insane, to the mound where the trees did grow. Melkor struck both with a mighty blow. Their sap poured forth as if it were blood. Ungoliant drank as fast as she could. All across Valinor darkness did reign. Their evil achieved: the trees lay slain. |
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7. | The Morrigan’s Call | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
I fall to my knees, I await my death. A fallen warrior, hear my last breath. I fought so fierce, I fought with pride. Now I am just another who died. Who will care for my child? Who will care for my wife? I leave them behind at the end of my life. I long to stay and watch my child grow, but I am dead and I must go. |
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8. | Téir Abhaile Riú | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, a Mhary, Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche ,s beidh sé agat ar maidin. Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, a Mhary, Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche ,s beidh sé agat ar maidin. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh déanta, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh déanta! Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh déanta, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh déanta! Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. |
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9. | Wolfe Tone | 02:58 | Show lyrics |
Born in occupied Dublin town, as the sun shone down on tyranny, Wolfe Tone grew up a privileged man, receiving a Trinity college degree. He despaired for his fellow countrymen under the rule of the British crown. When they rose up to claim their land, the British always beat them down. The society of (united) Irishmen he founded in 1791. They called for freedom from the crown. They wanted justice to be done. Outlawed they were for their noble views. Wolfe Tone was exiled from his land. All talk of freedom and liberty was forbidden and completely banned. He fought the fight he knew was right. For liberty he would give his life. His cause was just, his reasons fair: to free poor Eireann from despair. In Paris he got the support he craved: troops and supplies to aid his fight! The French would help the Irish cause; the flame of hope was burning bright. But not for long I’m sad to say, the British knew both where and when. Their spies had told them all and more; this rebellion failed again! Peasants armed with farming tools, filled with honour, strength and pride, faced the might of British steel. Thirty thousand Irish died. Wolfe Tone was captured. He cut his throat; he used his own kitchen knife. “After such heroic a sacrifice, it is no great effort to add my life.” He fought the fight he knew was right. For liberty he would give his life. His cause was just, his reasons fair: to free poor Eireann from despair. |
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10. | The Very Wild Rover | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
I’ve been the wild rover for many’s a year, and I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer and now I’m returning with gold in great store, and I never will play the wild rover no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I went to an alehouse I used to frequent and I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me “Nay”, saying “Custom like yours I can have any day”. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright and the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight. She said “I have whiskeys and wines of the best, and the words that I told you were only in jest.” And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I’ll go home to my parents, tell them what I’ve done, and I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son, and when they have kissed me, as oft-times before, I never will play the wild rover no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. |
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11. | Cuchulainn | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, he is of the otherworld. His father is God, Lugh Lamheada, his mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast for the Ard Ri Conchobhar. His mighty Hound had been unleashed to guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates. He did not know of Culann’s Hound. The Hound attacked and met its fate. It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was angered when he learned, his favourite Hound was no more, but Setanta swore he’d stay at night to guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on the day, which Cathbad declared auspicious. He took up arms on that day, would become famous but short lived. On his first battle foray, he killed the sons of Nechtin Seine. Also on that fateful day, he took his first battle frenzy. His body begins to twist and turn. His flesh revolves within his skin. His features turn red one by one and the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha and threatened to destroy the town. The naked women were then brought forth. He then began to calm down. He fell in love with Emer. Her father was appalled. “No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called.” He went to train with Domhnall and learned from him all that he could. “You must go and train with Scathach.” He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts, he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father, he quickly refused. Cuchulainn showed his battle temper. He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead. Emer’s father killed himself. The lovers were made to wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster during the mighty war and tain. When Maeve of Connaught invaded, he stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero. With Caladin, his Sword, he killed his best friend Ferdiad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, a javelin was thrown at him. It sliced his belly like a knife and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, where he took a final drink. A raven, who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh and tied himself against a stone. He faced his enemies standing up, but he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared until a crow perched on his arm. An otter began to drink his blood. “Cuchulainn is dead”, is what they said. |
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12. | Diarmuid and Grainne | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
The years they passed like a flowing stream in a highland vale shrouded in green. The Fianna marched with Fionn at their helm, though older and wiser this lord of the realm. He was loyal to his king, Cormac Mac Art and to his daughter would give his heart. Her name was Grainne, noble and fair, but to marry Fionn she would not dare. A feast was prepared in Tara’s great halls, marriage banners adorned on the walls. Grainne sat pale as the feast began then she spied Diarmuid and to him she ran. “My heart is filled with longing for you” she whispered to Diarmuid, he knew not what to do. “Grainne, so fair, with eyes like the sun, please, do not tempt me; do not anger Fionn.” She did not listen and she did not care; she enchanted Diarmuid with her fiery stare. He was under a geis to do what she pleased, (though) he did not resist or ask for release. During the night when the Fianna did sleep, through Tara’s great halls, the lovers did creep. They fled through the night, to where they knew not, away from Fionn. They dared not stop. The cry of hounds they heard in the night. They ran until they were far from sight. Days became weeks and still they fled; if caught by Fionn, they would both be dead. One night as they lay in a forest so dark, they pledged their love, gave each other their heart. They made love that night on a bed of grass, two lovers united, never to part. For a year and a half, the chase went on. Wherever Fionn looked, the lovers were gone. They were aided by Aengus, many a time. He was father of Diarmuid, a warrior fine. Aengus grew tired of this bitter pursuit; he met Fionn and the king to try end the dispute. Neither were pleased, but they did agree. They could live in peace; they were now free. Fionn relented and gave them some land. They lived in peace and all was grand. Years passed by and the lovers grew old; they had four sons who grew mighty and bold. Diarmuid longed to go hunting with Fionn, like in the old days, when they were young. One fateful night, he opened the door; there stood Fionn; they were friends once more. There was feasting that night and stories told. The two merry men remembered the battles of old. They planned to go hunting at first light, though Diarmuid heard cries throughout the night. The Boar was a beast he would not hunt, from the wildest swine to the smallest runt. To kill it would bring his own demise. This curse he had carried all his life. When morning came, Diarmuid set out. He remembered those cries and was filled with doubt. He came upon Fionn at the top of a hill. There was blood on his hands; he looked ready to kill. “A boar is loose, it has killed my hound.” Fionn pointed to the beast that lay on the ground. There then came a crash and the boar attacked. It struck Diarmuid hard and broke his back. As he fell down, he stabbed the boar. He killed the beast; it was no more. “Fionn, help me, I’m dying and you have the gift of healing, get water, I’m starting to drift.” Fionn ran to the stream and cupped his hand, but the water fell through and soaked into the sand. He tried again, this time with success, but when he returned Diarmuid was dead. Grainne fell ill when she heard he was dead. She cursed Fionn and Fianna, oh, how her heart bled. “Diarmuid, sweet Diarmuid, I will always love thee; I will never forget the way you loved me.” She lived on her own for some time on her land, until Fionn did come to ask for her hand. This time she agreed; Fionn had mended his ways. They went to Kildare to see out their days. |
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A Celtic Legacy
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | Cúchulainn | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, he is of the otherworld. His father is God, Lugh Lamheada, his mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast for the Ard Ri Conchobhar. His mighty Hound had been unleashed to guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates. He did not know of Culann’s Hound. The Hound attacked and met its fate. It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was angered when he learned, his favourite Hound was no more, but Setanta swore he’d stay at night to guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on the day, which Cathbad declared auspicious. He took up arms on that day, would become famous but short lived. On his first battle foray, he killed the sons of Nechtin Seine. Also on that fateful day, he took his first battle frenzy. His body begins to twist and turn. His flesh revolves within his skin. His features turn red one by one and the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha and threatened to destroy the town. The naked women were then brought forth. He then began to calm down. He fell in love with Emer. Her father was appalled. "No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called." He went to train with Domhnall and learned from him all that he could. "You must go and train with Scathach." He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts, he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father, he quickly refused. Cuchulainn showed his battle temper. He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead. Emer’s father killed himself. The lovers were made to wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster during the mighty war and tain. When Maeve of Connaught invaded, he stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero. With Caladin, his Sword, he killed his best friend Ferdiad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, a javelin was thrown at him. It sliced his belly like a knife and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, where he took a final drink. A raven, who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh and tied himself against a stone. He faced his enemies standing up, but he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared until a crow perched on his arm. An otter began to drink his blood. "Cuchulainn is dead", is what they said. |
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3. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
He holds a twisted torc in his hand, the forests are his ruling land. "Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again, come at my call and show thyself to men, sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". The Horned God is our nature deity, yet modern man would from his presence flee. "Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night, men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light, open the door, the door that hath no key, the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee". Sheperd of goats, o answer unto me! The summerlands is where we shall meet thee. To invoke thee... The Horned God. | |||
4. | Celtica | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
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 heart He 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 passed and 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 more and the world may not exist, the cause will be greed and an iron fist the 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. | |||
5. | Cattle Raid of Cooley | 04:47 | instrumental |
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6. | The Middle Kingdom | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
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. |
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7. | Death of a Gael | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
A warrior so proud of the woman by his side His faithful heart would take no other bride For three years they lived, midst the forests of the land Strong and proud was the love of this woman and man Like the sky high above, no beginning and no end The woman that he loves, his life and best friend Until that day in December when the snowstorms did start Stalked the Norseman with his bow, put an arrow through his heart Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind Blowing across the land Stealing his life from him From the earth, and into the otherworld The land of Tir Na N’Og Is the place where he must go ’Woman come to my side Let your arms shield my pain For I know I will not spend another day with you again’ They say she will not move From the place where he did die Once so strong and so proud She cannot talk but cry |
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8. | The Children of Lir | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
In a time of myth and magic Lived a man of timeless power Lir was his name But his temper had turned sour He would not be king of the land Bov Dearg was chosen instead Lir would pay no tribute to him And secretly wished he was dead Alas with time Lir’s wife did die And he was full of great sadness Dearg heard this and sent word to Lir To meet him in his palace When they met, they both embraced Their friendship was made then Dearg summoned his daughter Eve And told Lir he must marry again Lir’s love for Eve was as strong as with his first wife A seed was planted, Fionnula and Aedh were born But her next child birth would take away her life Fiachra and Conn From their mother’s stomach were born Lir’s sadness knew no bounds He cried out to the night Dearg was there to comfort him And help him see the light He had four beautiful children And with time another bride Eve’s sister Aoife would stay loyal to his side But Aoife had a jealous side - a cancer in her mind She moved against the children Love for them she could not find She took them in her chariot to a lake not far away And changed them into swans Like night time into day 300 years on Derravaragh, so commenced the spell The children would swim to the shore Their story for to tell 300 years on the sea of Moyle A cruel and bitter place The children missed their father here The smile upon his face In the sea of Moyle the waves did crash And beat the land with might The rain fell fierce and the wind blew hard The swans all feared for their lives Fionnula was strong and wisest of all And guarded her brothers from strife Under her wings they hid from night And waited for the morning light Finally the day did come to leave this terrible sea 300 more years to live as swans Then they at last would be free To Inish Gluaire the swans did fly As last as they would go New lands and kingdoms everywhere Fionnula did see down in below There they waited, till at last the day did dawn The spell was ending They felt themselves transform They were now ancient Their youth was gone forever And as they died They held hands and went together |
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9. | Ride On | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. CHORUS (Two times) Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. CHORUS |
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10. | Michael Collins | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
A volunteer in his nations struggle Another soldier in the G.P.O. The rising failed - our leaders captured The English grip would not let go But Michael would return to lead us In our fight to re-claim our lands The I.R.B. will march victorious For they shall have the upper hand He railled men from far ans wide To join the rebellion that lay ahead His murder squad was formed in earnest The secret service soon lay dead In reprisal the British army killed Innocent people watching a hurling game That day would become a turning point Irish psyche would never be the same The customs house was set on fire The I.R.B. became the I.R.A. The time was nigh to call a cease-fire July 1th would be that day De Valera, our elected president Knew a republic he would not get He sent Collins to meet the British He sent Collins to his death! The British treaty was signed by Collins A free state was all they would give A step towards independence Is better that a war we cannot win Many people did not agree with him Civil war split the country in two Michael would die from an Irish bullet He gave his best, what more could he do? |
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11. | Some Say the Devil Is Dead | 03:13 | Show lyrics |
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow Feed the pigs and milk the cow, early in the morning Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, Paddy dear I’m over here Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, it’s time to stop your yawning Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Katie she is tall and thin, she’s tall and thin, and tall and thin Katie she is tall and thin, and like her drops of brandy Drinks it in the bed each night, drinks it in the bed each night Drinks it in the bed each night, it makes her nice and randy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army The wife she has the hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing The wife she has the hairy thing, she showed it to me on Sunday She bought it in the furrier’s shop, bought it in the furrier’s shop She bought it in the furriers’s shop, it’s going back on Monday Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army My one’s over six feet tall, six feet tall, six feet tall My one’s over six feet tall, she likes the sugar candy Goes to bed at six o’clock, goes to bed at six o’clock Goes to bed at six o’clock, she’s lazy, fat and dandy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army |
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12. | The Fall of Gondolin | 07:48 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon Reigned Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea To tell the people of Gondolin Prepare to fight or flee But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city And the terror of Morgoth he knew The city was discovered And Morgoth sent his legions Orc warriors with the fire-drakes Led by the Balrog demons They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell The way was now clear, through the Elven halls The orcs of such hatred poured into the breath With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath And the kindred of the tree-bravely they fought The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons And made for the folk of the hammer They fled in terror rather than of craft Down in the plain they all gathered But the fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose The most beautiful city built on the middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon Reigned But now it lay akin to ruins As the fire devoured its insides The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee abd hide But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city |
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14. | Bloody Sunday (Unplugged) | 02:30 | |
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Blood on the Black Robe
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John Clohessy | Bass |
John Fay | Tin whistle, Low whistle, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Ryan | Violin, Mandocello, Bouzouki |
Colin Purcell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Alex Shkuropatsky | Galician gaita |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Michael Richards | Producer, Recording |
John Fay | Cover art |
Peter Rees | Artwork |
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1. | To War | 00:55 | instrumental |
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2. | I Am Warrior | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
Here I stand, I am naked and bloody, My fists are clenched and my body is ready. I grip my sword, I pray to my God, I touch the Earth, I can feel its life. My task is clear, to defend my land, To rally my men, to lead and command. My strength is hatred for these flaxen men, Who invade my country again and again! I am Warrior, ready to fight! I am Warrior, ready to die! I am Warrior, noble and true! I am Warrior, Ceitheirn Abu? Black is the colour of my heart today, I see their armies, I hear their cries. Sailing forth in their mighty ships, They are not men, they have no pride. They came to my land in search of spoils, To take my women, my home, my wealth. Today we stand, united we fight, Our Gaelic blades shall now be felt! I am Warrior, ready to fight! I am Warrior, ready to die! I am Warrior, noble and true! I am Warrior, Ceitheirn Abu? |
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3. | The Column | 07:12 | Show lyrics |
Arise, arise, hear th call of the land, To arms, to arms, fight for the foreign threat. Blood, blood, spill our Irish blood, Honour, honour, for freedom we fight. With their knowledge of war and social ideals They set sail for the chaos in Spain. A country divided by political strife, Devastated by political gain. The Irish Brigade were already there, And had far greater numbers than they, They fought for the church that was wholly corrupt, Ans supported the Catholic way. Arise, arise, hear th call of the land, To arms, to arms, fight for the foreign threat. Blood, blood, spill our Irish blood, Honour, honour, for freedom we fight. The column consisted of working men, Led by their leader Frank Ryan. A noble band of 80 souls Faced the firing line Countless died in the searing Spanish heat, At Jarama many Irish men fell. The Republican brothers were in retreat, The threat they could not quell. |
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4. | Thy Kingdom Gone | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Holy man take a look at the world, See the terror that we live with every day, How can you quote from your filthy bible, You’re a waste of flesh and bone I say! I laugh when I see your waning flock, Foolish people led by foolish lies, Constantine did not believe, Now he smiles as your religion dies. I confess to my own God, And to you, my brothers and sisters, That I have lived as I seen fit, In my thoughts and in my words, In what I have done, And in what I have failed to do; I will not ask these characters of myth, These angels and saints, Nor you, my brothers and sisters, To pray for me to that farcical God. I believe what I see not what I am told - Your doctrine was written by ancient man, They blindly assumed the world was flat, And its creator would one day come again. I’m sorry to say your mythology is wrong, And your prayers will never be answered. Those who believe - now need to accept, To this world you are cancer! |
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5. | An Bean Sidhe | 05:50 | Show lyrics |
In the dead of night you will hear me cry, I will come to earth and you will die. You cannot escape this terrible fate, Your time has come and the hour is late. In the robes and veils of grey, In peaceful rest I cannot lay. I come to your home to warn of death, I walk the land but draw no breath. I take the form of a hooded crow, And gaze at the carnage of battle below. Or on land, in the guise of a Hare, Paralyzing victims with my piercing stare. I am the Goddess of sword and spear, A sorrowful mourn, means I am near. My presence will fill all men with dread, I wash the blood from the cloths of the dead. |
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6. | Blood on the Black Robe | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
Chieftains and Elders hear my words, As I tell of my deeds from last night. Druids sit with me, warriors too, Whilst I recount my unholy fight. It was late in the day when I walked with my men, We were hunting wild boar and dear. A lone figure approached, we readied our swords, I stood poised and readied my spear. As he approached I noticed his staff, And the cross that hung from a chain. Beneath his robe were the marks of the church, "There is no Norsemen or Dane!" "Blessed be" were his words to me, Inside me a fury did grow. He spoke once more of the trinity of lies, And the peace that his church could bestow. "Enough!" I barked at this waste of flesh, As I forced him down to the ground. "I know who you are and why you are here, And this holy deceit you propound." "You are here to destroy are trinity, And to spread your catholic lies, To rape our Goddess Eriu And to darken our Pagan skies!" "You are sent by our enemy Victricius, In the name of Jesus - The Christ. To spread the falsehood of Constantine, Who remained Pagan all his life." "Speak ye not of the church nor of Rome, Show me not the light that you follow. Poison me not with your biblical tome, Your teachings are empty and hollow." "No chariots nor lions have presented here, Nor Inquisitions to torture and maim. Hear my words when I say you will die, And my lands shall remain unchanged." I laughed as I pierced his wicked heart, And snuffed out his life so irrelevant. Another holy man dead on a cross, Come ye men of the cloth to your end. |
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7. | Primeval Odium | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
There is a pain inside me A pain as old as earth That has outlived civilizations A primordial anguish so strong So unforgiving in its innocence That I would cut it from me. There is fear inside me A fear that twists my mind A vision of what the future holds For my land, my home, my kin. A future void of dignity I would use this fear As a warning of what may pass I would use this fear. There is hatred inside me That has stemmed from a millennia of pain, hardship and fear I have watched my people prosper And I have watched them turn to dust I would watch them crawl in filth I would use this hatred. "We are ready to die and shall die cheerfully and proudly, you must not grieve for all of this." There is evil inside me I fear its power so strong I fear as it compels me to hate A primal energy so powerful An ancient force flowing in my veins I am one with malevolence And no regret shall come from my deeds For I am at one with malevolence |
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8. | The Voyage of Bran | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
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9. | Brian Boru’s March | 03:29 | instrumental |
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10. | Pagan Hate | 05:12 | Show lyrics |
Fire - Burning - cleaning the lie, The light is burning bright. Pain - Suffer - prepare to die, Behold our unholy fight. Hallowed be our name tonight, as we cleanse the Christian church. Purification will be bestowed by our hands not by words. Sound the horns of Pagan triumph, And sweep away this fictional rectitude. Burn the church to the ground, Let our Pagan hate exude. And let the world see the true nature, Of the myth that created humanity. This divinity mired in impurity, A creation of mans own vanity. So burn the ground I say, All Conquering force of evil. Let your irreverence wash away, To the sound of Pagan upheaval. |
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11. | The Nine Year War | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
"Come ye Gaelic chiefs and raise your banners high, Let loose your warrior clans and sound the battle cry! The Saxons are advancing, their ambition we must quell Unite the Irish clans and send them all to Hell!" Led by Hugh O’Neil, our most noble Gaelic Lord, Aided by the Spanish, we amassed 8000 swords. In Ulster we began, we readied for the fight, The Callous inside The Pale he would plead - beg - implore! The Earl of Essex landed here with 17,000 men, His campaign was disastrous, the Irish routed them! The Queen sent another - The Baron of Mountjoy, To lead the English ranks, many Irish were to die. The rebellion in Munster was put down with no great force, Mountjoy was ruthless, he suffered no remorse. He infiltrated Ulster and began a war of attrition, Devastation of the land, civilian famine was his ambition. The defense of Ulster became priority to O’Neil, He still won many battles, thousands fell to Gaelic steel. Spanish reinforcements landed at Kinsale’s port, Too far to make a difference they could offer no support. He marched to meet the Spanish, who were held by Mountjoy’s men, Attacked by English cavalry - the Spanish surrendered then. To Ulster they retreated but their campaign began to falter, Mountjoy’s tactics were superb, O’Neil had no answer. O’Neil’s men surrendered as famine gripped the land, He received clemency when he relinquished his command. little did he know, England was close to ruin, The nine year war in Ireland almost brought them to their doom. |
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Blood for the Blood God
Album versions
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December 5th, 2014 | Trollzorn Records | TZ 051 | CD | Digipak |
December 5th, 2014 | Trollzorn Records | TZ 051-1 | 2CD | Artbook |
December 5th, 2014 | Trollzorn Records | TZ 051-2 | 2 12" vinyls | |
2014 | Soundage Productions | SAPCD 281D | CD | Digipak |
February 18th, 2019 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Piano, Bodhrán, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Percussion |
Kieran Ball | Guitars |
Eric Fletcher | Bass |
Mauro Frison | Drums, Percussion |
John Fay | Tin whistle, Low whistle, Percussion |
John Ryan | Violin, Cello, Bowed bass |
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Barbara Allen | Vocals (female) |
Alex Shkuropatsky | Galician gaita |
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John Fay | Cover art |
Michael Richards | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
Jan Yrlund | Layout |
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1. | Crom Cruach | 01:06 | instrumental |
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2. | Blood for the Blood God | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Prepare the first born child, cleanse the infant’s skin Wrap the child in linen let the sacrifice begin To the plain of adoration to our idol covered in gold The mighty God Crom Cruach, his power we behold. Surrounded by a circle, of standing stones so tall Crom Cruach reaches to the sky, we hear his ancient call Oh old and powerful deity, we are yours to command Guide us in our struggles, and bless this ancient land. We offer you our first born This innocent life so pure Sacrifice in your name So we may long endure. We offer you our first born A blood offering will ensue Protect us Oh Crom Cruach We offer this life to you. Bring the blade to the infants neck, slowly cut the skin Tear open the veins of life – blood flowing from within The child begins to flail, and tries in vein to cry Then calms and becomes silent, soon the child will die. At the feet of Crom Cruach, we leave the infant corpse A vital sacrifice for our land, we offer no remorse We pour the blood on our idol, we smear it on our skin We hear the sound of chanting, from our sacred holy men. We leave the sacred site, as the blood begins to dry Returning to our village, under a blood red sky A prosperous time awaits us, Crom Cruach is appeased No more fear of famine, nor worry of disease. |
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3. | The Arrival of the Fir Bolg | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
From across the sea they came Fleeing from slavery To the blessed shores of Ireland Their people to be free! They sailed for many days In seas that raged and swelled Many ships traversed the depths Full of men who were compelled To find a home for their people In the land of their forefathers The ancient tribes of Nemed Those ancient Irish masters. Five brothers led the way Sailing on the Western squall Many dangers they encountered And many warriors did fall. Till at last they did arrive In the glorious seas of Ireland As they headed for the shore One more trial was at hand. The wind became a storm The seas became enraged The Fir Bolg ships were scattered And many too were razed. Separated into three parts The Fir Bolg, Domnann and Gaileon Finally docked in Ireland As the seas began to calm. They overcame so many trials As they sailed to their new land A new dawn awaits the brothers A new era is at hand. At Tara the brothers held council They divided the land into five parts Peace had come to the Fir Bolg But this peace was not to last. |
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4. | Beren and Luthien | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
In his fight against the enemy Beren fought hard and strong Against the dark lord Morgoth And the hellish Morgul throng! He was forced to flee the battle When his army was destroyed The Elven realm of Doriath That is where he did arrive. There lie saw a female elf, in the woods of Neldoreth, such beauty he had never seen. He called to her "Tinuviel", when they met they fell in love, her father would not be so keen. "To win my daughter Luthien, bring to me a silmaril", this was Thingol’s quest to Beren. "I accept this perilous task, I shall journey to Angband, I swear you will see me again" He journeyed to Nargothrond, a vast Elven stronghold Ten warriors joined him on the road to Angband Neath the shadowy mountains and disguised as orcs They were observed by Sauron as they crossed his land. Sauron’s forces attacked, they tried hard to resist They failed in their struggle and were captured by him On the isle of werewolves many died by these beasts Beren survived but his chances seemed grim. He did not know that Luthien, had secretly been following, And she came with Celegorm’s hound The hound killed ail the wolves in sight, Beren ran into the night And would try his task once more Luthien was by his side, and toy came to Morgoth’s throne A magic spell then made him sleep Beren seized a silmaril Morgoth wakened from his spell A giant werewolf then appeared It bit and swallowed Beren’s hand, the silmari! burned Its Inside It ran off in agony. The two lovers both escaped, and returned to Doriath The tale had softened Thingol’s heart. He allowed their union, though Beren’s task was not fulfilled Beren left to find the wolf. And find the wolf is what he did, but the wolf had gone insane Beren died but did prevail. The silmaril had been retrieved, but at great a consequence Luthien and Beren died. But Lord Mandos did feel grief, restoring mortal life to them They would live as one again. |
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5. | The Marching Song of Fiach Mac Hugh | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o’er the old disgrace That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he’d secure; Until he met at Glenmaiure with Fiach Mac Hugh O’Byrne. Curse and swear Lord Kildare Fiach will do what Fiach will dare Now Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halberd out with sword On we’ll go for by the Lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word, Follow me up to Carlow. See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o’er the English Pale See all the children of the Gael, beneath O’Byrne’s banners Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners From Saggart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore O great is Rory Og O’More, sending the loons to Hades White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam’s head We’ll send it over dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies. |
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6. | Prophecy | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
A question to you false, deceived fools, who venerate nothing but a falsehood, Why do you perpetuate this lie?, your blind faith will never be understood. A hateful concept from its inception, born in a sea of blood and terror, Yet based on many of my traditions, perverted, corrupted and broken. Listen to my word and understand my way, I will sanctify, I will have my day! – I am risen! I am as ancient as the earth itself yet veiled in secrecy, When I rise – mankind will kneel and worship me. Listen to my word and understand my way, I will sanctify, I will have my day! – I am risen! |
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8. | The Sea Queen of Connaught | 07:27 | Show lyrics |
I tell a tale of a pirate queen, Grace O’Malley was her name. Through her deeds and actions on the seas, She found fortune, respect and fame. Born to a seafaring family and educated well, Salt water in her veins, at sea she would raise hell! She preyed on trading ships, that entered her domain, And before the Nine Years war, became a British bane! When she was but a child, she cut off all her hair, In defiance of her father who brought her to despair! "You cannot sail my ships with hair that is so long." "But, father, can’t you see? All my hair is gone." She prospered as a Pirate-Queen, Patrolling our Atlantic coast. She recruited fighting men- From Scotland and Ireland, a true pirate host. Targeting traders, and merchant men, She boarded their ships and demanded her toll, Those who resisted or tried to fight back, Tasted her steel or were held in her thrall. When tribute was paid they were free to go, Their safe passage was guaranteed. The pirate horde would flee to the shore, Disappearing in coves, her fleet would recede. Attacks were not limited to the sea, Grace would strike castles on the shore. O’Loughlin, O’Boyle and MacSweeney clans, Fell victim to Grace and her pirate war. Her career began and prospered at the peak of Gaelic rule, A loving mother and wife yet a Pirate Queen so cruel! Called to meet with England’s Queen, she conducted herself well, They spoke in Latin, reached an accord then they bade farewell. On her return, Grace did learn, that the meeting was in vain Her demands were never met, mush to her disdain! Gaelic rule was in decline but Grace remained defiant, She assisted in rebellions; she would never be compliant- And always fought off raids that came close to her lands, She fought a band from Galway, killing their leader with her hands. She died a natural death in the same year as England’s Queen, Saxon rule increased, of this Grace had foreseen. The Nine Years war was won, English rule was complete, But Grace-she will live on, she never knew defeat! |
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9. | Born for War (The Rise of Brian Boru) | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
From Limerick the Vikings came To the village of the Dal gCais To rape to pillage and to maim With Viking sword and Viking axe. So many lives were lost during this Viking raid Brian’s father fought heroically but fell to a Viking blade A seed of hatred was planted, the promise of vengeance was strong "To the Northern invaders of Ireland, leave now! you do not belong" Brian’s brothers were not convinced They sued for peace at any cost And formed a pact with Ivar of Limerick This pact was flawed and would not last. In the year of our lord – Nine hundred and Sixty Eight Brian led a raiding party to King Ivar’s fortress gate Then fled towards a forest, Limerick Vikings took the bait They left the safety of Limerick, they could not foresee their fate. Three hundred Dal gCais warriors Faced six hundred Viking men On the hillside known as Sulcoit Viking blood would flow again. Brian’s men were ready to unleash a surprise attack The Vikings were caught off guard, they desperately tried to fall bad The tangled forest confused them, their wall of shields did fail A single Viking warrior was no match for a single Gael! The fighting started late And lasted through the night The Dal gCais were victorious They killed Vikings with such spite! Brian then went and sacked Limerick Though little fighting would ensue The Dal gCais warriors were relentless Behold the rise of Brian Boru! |
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10. | Perversion, Corruption and Sanctity - Part 1 | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
An evil in our midst that pervades our modern lives An arbitrary congregation of the lowest form of man Governed by a doctrine almost two thousand years old Allowed to fester in our world for far too long! So many times we hear the stories of their sick and vile crimes The rape of innocent children, the destruction of their minds Several decades of abuse have been carried out by some The pleasant parish priest? the abhorrent raping scum! And from the Vatican – silence! they turn a blind eye No condemnation of crimes, accusations they deny! It’s time to make a change, time to call them to account This corruption can’t continue, we have to flush them out. Our children they are sacred, more so than this church That needs to disappear, to die out and withdraw But not before we try them and make them recompense Do unto others as they would unto you, And to the leaders of our nations that allow this cancer spread Who carried out no trials or looked away as the priests fled You are just as guilty of this sodomy of innocents Shame on you to let it happen, you should be put to death. Deliver us from evil so that we may find respite Grant us peace and let our children see a world that is forthright Let them be free forever from these sick and aging men And guarantee this ancient cult will never rise again! |
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11. | Perversion, Corruption and Sanctity - Part 2 | 04:32 | instrumental |
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12. | Pagan (2014 version) | 04:20 | |
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Nine Years of Blood
Album versions
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April 27th, 2018 | Trollzorn Records | TZ 072 | CD | Digipak |
April 27th, 2018 | Trollzorn Records | TZ 072LP | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
April 27th, 2018 | Trollzorn Records | TZ 072 | CD | Limited edition, Wooden box |
February 18th, 2019 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Tin whistle, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Ryan | Violin, Cello, Bowed bass |
Eric Fletcher | Bass |
Mauro Frison | Drums, Percussion |
Kieran Ball | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Daniel Dürbeck | Design, Layout |
Michael Richards | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:37 | instrumental |
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2. | Hugh O’Neill - Earl of Tyrone | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
From the clan O’Neill in Tyrone A leader would arise Born to a world of conflict And a crown he would despise. His name was Hugh O’Neill Raised in the English Pale He served his English Lords And fought against the noble Gael But this was all a ruse A scan to hide his true intent He built a massive army With a duty to dissent The English called him a traitor! The Irish rallied to his call Through power play and struggle, O’Neill would lead them all! O’Neill, O’Neill, O’Neill Arise! War is fast approaching, and Ireland is the prize O’Neill, O’Neill, O’Neill Command! The English are upon us let us drive them from our land He sought aid from Spain and Scotland He secured his Northern lands. The English lords were furious They began to draw up his plans . He sacked the fort – Blackwater Killing English lords and more, The wheels were now in motion, So began the Nine Years War! |
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3. | Blood and Victory | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
The English did increase their strangle hold on Irish land. Their garrisons grew in number, under Bagenal’s command. O’Neill besieged a fort, he held to ransom eighty men, Henry Bagenal though this folly, and set his army to defend. Near two thousand troops Bagenal did have a hand, Veterans of Spanish wars were his to command. His confidence as great; his arrogance it knew no bounds He did not realise he faced a pack of Irish Hounds Bagenal was ambushed as they marched towards the fort, Irish muskets fired as cavalry attacked with force. The English then did charge and made a dash towards the gate, They reached their destination but their losses they were great! Two short days did pass, and the resupply was complete, English forces left the fortress, in darkness they tried to retreat. The Irish watched and were waiting, they attacked with vigour so true, Their cavalry caused so much chaos, the number of English dead grew. O’Neill himself did fight hand to hand upon the field, Against an English cavalry man who fell to Irish steel. Banegal led his force to a hilltop engulfed in flame, There they awaited their end but the Irish never came. O’Neill’s muskets had run dry of the powder that they crave, So he left the battle leaving hundreds in their graves. Banegal quickly fled, O’Neill revelled with his men, At the battle of the yellow ford, they would meet again. |
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4. | Queen of War | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
I am ageless, timeless, before me you will kneel. To worship me, and honour me, Pledge your life, your land, your steel. I soar above the turmoil of battle, war and strife, Gathering the souls of men, of those who lost their life. I am bloodless, and faceless, A shadow in the night. You fear me, revere me, you speak my name with spite. The Goddess dressed in black. The phantom queen of war, Many names have been bestowed, Many forms I do endure! Queen of War I am endless, and formless, My reign is absolute. So pray to me, adore me, Be you rich or destitute. Crafting courage in the hearts, Of warriors bold and true. Victory blood and honour, These gifts I give to you! Queen of War To War! |
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5. | The Battle of the Yellow Ford | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
Forces of the crown assembled, to march against The Gael. To aid the Blackwater Fort, the English were doomed to fail! Henry Banegal was in command of four thousand armoured men, Hugh O’Neill did lead the Irish, they took position in wood and glen. The road to the fort was lethal, with a trench dug far and wide, Marshalled at the Yellow Ford, the Irish army did reside. Six regiments the English held, and towards the fort they marched, Irish Kerns, concealed in the woods, Gave the order – Attack, Attack! O’Neill did search for Banegal, he wished to settle this hand to hand, But the Marshall had already fallen, Hugh O’Neill was in command! The English store of power was targeted and did explode, Men began to flee through the river- of English blood that flowed. The English struggled and fought until the massive trench was reached was reached, Their casualties were already great, as their lines were cruelly breached. A mistake in Banegal’s tactics would prove fatal to his fight, His regiments were spaced too wide, a fault the Irish did exploit. And so the battle did end, half the forces of the crown were lost, But an escalation of the war, would be the ultimate cost! |
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6. | Cath na Brioscaí | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Crown forces were under siege, In the county of Fermanagh. So a resupply was sent, To offer aid and bring relief. Henry Duke, he led the way, Of this small relief force. He expected no resistance, The Irish had other plans! Their march would take four days, They were laden with food supplies, Riflemen hid in the woods, Targeting soldiers as they could. The Irish attacked in force, at the ford of the Arney River. The ambush was absolute, The resupply was abandoned. The survivors fled to Cavan, their defeat did cause alarm. Fresh troops were sent from England, A change of tactics was at hand! |
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7. | The Harp, the Lion, the Dragon and the Sword | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
The harp, the lion, the dragon and sword, a unity of death, Upon the banners present in the growing English threat. The Earl of Essex finished, Mountjoy would lead the way, He won the Queens favour her message he would convey. With his two lieutenants –Chichester and Carew, Mountjoy would change the course of war , an end was now in view. But not before an epic task – Rebellion in the south! His forces were dispatched to stamp the bloody rebellion out! MacCarthy and Carew reached an accord regarding Munster, A neutral stance was taken by the cowardly Gaelic leader. The forces of the crown could then focus on Fitzthomas, The main rebel leader fought with all his might and valour. The forces of Carew attacked Fitzthomas with such strength, They killed twelve hundred rebels bringing an end to their dissent. Fitzthomas, he was captured, to London he was bound, The rebellion in Munster now an empty battleground. |
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9. | Nine Years of Blood | 01:35 | instrumental |
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10. | The Siege of Kinsale | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
The fate of Ireland’s freedom would be decided at Kinsale, The conclusion of the Nine Years War, the decimation of the Gael! In Sixteen Hundred and One, The Spanish joined the fight, They landed at Kinsale, Four thousand blades the Spanish bore. Mountjoy rallied for battle, with a plan to win the war, Towards the Spanish forces, he would meet them at Kinsale. O’Neill did leave his stronghold in the North, The Spanish would need aid, and tactical support. He destroyed the lands of his enemy as he marched, Leaving hundreds dead, their lands with fire he scorched! Mountjoy’s men surrounded all of Kinsale The Spanish under siege, arrows fell like hail. The English navy cut the town off from the sea, O’Neill knew the time had come, prepare to fight or flee! The English had strength in numbers but the ridge, the Irish held, O’Neill ordered a surprise attack, as the English cavalry swelled. The cavalry attacked with fierce, they charged through O’Neill’s men. An army that was close to destruction – from starvation, disease and drought, Had turned the war in their favour, the Irish were near wiped out. The Spanish forces surrendered, O’Neill fled to the North! |
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11. | Flight of the Earls | 04:06 | Show lyrics |
O’Neill did fight heroically at the battle of Kinsale. He nearly broke the English. He nearly did prevail. But in the end the English won, O’Neill was an outcast. An exile in the land he loved, a ruler of the past. “In this land I cannot be, here I cannot stay. I’d rather go and leave this place to famine and decay” His earls were in agreement, they made plans to sail to Spain. To plan a re-invasion, to remove the English reign. The Nine Years War was over, and Ireland lay in ruin. The Gaelic order ending, like the waxing of the moon. From Rathmullan they departed, one hundred travellers strong. A funerary march that was devoid of any song. They never did reach Spain, in France they parted ways. O’Neill arrived in Italy, made plans to re-invade. But a Spanish re-invasion, it never came to be. The earls they died in exile, Ireland now would not be free! The Nine Years War had come to its end, Ireland to England would ascend. Their language and religion would ensure, Eight hundred years was their rule! Eight hundred years was their rule! |
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12. | Back Home in Derry | 02:58 | Show lyrics |
In 1803 we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound if we didn’t all drown And the marks of our fetters we carried In our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans Our good women we left in sorrow As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil As down below decks we were lying O’Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream By a vision of bold Robert dying The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel Dan O’Connor was down with a fever Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay How many will meet their receiver Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight White horses rode high as the devil passed by Taking souls to Hades by twilight Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three We buried our comrades each morning In our own slime we were lost in a time Of endless night without dawning Van Diemen’s land is a hell for a man To end out his whole life in slavery Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law Neither wind nor rain care for bravery Twenty years have gone by, I’ve ended my bond My comrades ghosts walk behind me A rebel I came - I’m still the same On the cold winters night you will find me |
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The Hawthorn
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Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars |
Joe Farrell | Bass |
John Ryan | Violin |
Mauro Frison | Drums |
Kieran Ball | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
K. Dylla | Vocals |
Geoffroy Dell’Aria | Bagpipes, Tin Whistle |
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1. | The Hawthorn | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
In darkest night, witching night Among the hawthorn-o When the moon has come to Earth The shepherd tends his flock A babe in arms, the innocent cry Among the hawthorn-o Fire is burning in the sky The shepherd tends his flock Oh Youthful maid of truthful staid Among the hawthorn-o Tears are offered willingly to The shepherd and his flock The veil of death, a pauper’s mask Among the hawthorn-o A solemn task must now transpire The shepherd tends his flock God is lost, love is lost Among the hawthorn-o The dank of time pervades the air The shepherd tends his flock An ancient wind disturbs the leaves Among the hawthorn-o There is a presence in the air The shepherd tends his flock A church bell peals, a branch cast forth Among the hawthorn-o Christ shall not receive this soul The shepherd tends his flock Into the ground, into the earth Among the hawthorn-o Life breeds life, death brings life to The shepherd and his flock |
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Tuatha na Gael
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Keith O Fathaigh | Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Vocals, Lyrics |
Leon Bias | Guitars (acoustic), Bouzouki, Mandolin |
John Clohessy | Bass |
Collete Ui Fathaigh | Keyboards |
John O Fathaigh | Irish flute, Whistles, Recorder |
Jay O’Niell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Niamh Hanlon | Uilleann pipes |
Paul Kerns | Vocals (backing) (tracks 2, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Opyros (R.I.P. 2019) | Producer |
Paul Thomas | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | The First Battle of Moytura | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
They came here when the sun was high. The sea was calm to meet them. From out of the wind above the hills. Come a fleet of godly men. Borne on strong winds from the otherworld. Shrouded by magical mists The Tuatha de Danann came in their Great magical mystical ships. Nuada, king of Tuatha De, Turned his eager sharp eyes Towards the land of his ancestral home, The valleys, the sea and the skies. He was a giant among mortal men, A hero among the immortals Who led his people {warriors strong} Back to the land of their fathers. The Fir Bolg, who were in Eireann before the Tuatha de Danann. Sent streng their mighty champian to parley with the future king. Breas was sent by Nuada to find out his intent, "I greet you as a brother", said Streng "By Eochai I’ve been sent". The terms of battle were laid, half of Eireann Breas asked, The Fir Bolg said this can’t be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed. Both sides made plans, they prepared their wells of healing, Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and their kings. The sun shone down on helmets, shields and swords, Midsummers day, the two armies walked in haodes Towards Magh Nai, the Fir Bolg followed their chietains, And swept towards the Tuatha De like waves crash on the beaches. The clash of sword and shield, the splintering of bone, The Fir Bolg would not yield, though they heard their people’s moans. The naked hillmen warriors, were forced back through the fight, Followed by his bodyguard, the Dagda took their lives But the ground was piled high with the dead of the Tuatha De All surviving warriors fled to live and fight another day. "We have been defeated but tomorrows another day" "Summon your courage. Prepare yourselves, Tomorrow the Fir Bolg we slay" Four more days of battle came and many fine warriors fell, Mothers lost their fighting sons, the wounded healed in wells. Nuada lost his strong right arm, now he will lose his throne, The sons of Nuada killed Eochai, but they too were overthrown. Streng led the Fir Bolg to the fort and met with the injured, Nuada, both men declared a truce and Eireann was fairly divided. |
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3. | Maeve’s March | 03:32 | instrumental |
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4. | Fall of Gondolin | 08:04 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed, The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong, In the land were Turgon reigned, Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea, To tell the people of Gondolin, Prepare to fight or flee. But Turgon he was stubborn, "That will I not do!". He had grown to love his city, And the terror of Morgoth he knew. The city was discovered, And Morgoth sent his legions, Orc warriors with the fire-drakes, Led by the Balrog demons. They appeared before the gates and quickly the gates fell, The way was now clear, through the Elven halls, The orcs of such hatred poured into the breach, With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast. The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath, And the kindred of the tree, bravely they fought, The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs, The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough. The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons, and made for the folk of the hammer. They fled in terror rather than of craft, Down in the plain they all gathered. But a fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died. Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer, Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own. Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart, Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion. The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart. The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose. The most beautiful city built on Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong. In the land were Turgon reigned, But now it lay akin to ruins, As the fire devoured its insides, The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee and hide. But Turgon was a noble king "That will I not do!", He stayed to die with the city, The only one he knew. |
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5. | Cúchulainn | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, He is of the otherworld, His father is God Lugh Lamheada, His mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast, For the Ard Ri Conchobhar, His mighty Hound had been unleashed, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates, He did not know of Culann’s Hound, The Hound attacked and met its fate, It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was nagered when he learned, His favorite Hound was no more, But Setanta swore he’d stay at night, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on that day, Which Cathbad declared auspicious, He who took up arms on that day, Would become famous but short lived. His body begins to twist and turn, His flesh revolves within his skin, His features turn red one by one, And the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha, And threatened to destroy the town, The naked women were then brought forth, He then began to calm down, He fell in love with Emer, Her father was appalled, "No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called". He went to train with Domhnall, And learned from him all that he could, You must go and train with Scathach, He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father he quickly refused, Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead, Emer’s father killed himself The two lovers then were wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster, During the mighty war and tain. When Medb of Connaught invaded, He stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero With Caladin his Sword, He killed his best friend Frediad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 His is the Son of a God Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, A javelin was thrown at him, It sliced his stomach like a knife, and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, Where he took a final drink. A raven who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh, and tied himself against a stone, He faced his enemies standing up, But he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared, Until a crow perched on his arm, An otter began to drink his blood, "Cuchulainn is dead", is what they said. |
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6. | Táin Bó Cuailgne | 08:45 | Show lyrics |
I see a battle, a blonde man, with much blood about his belt, and a hero-halo ’round his head, whole hosts he will destroy. His jaws are settled in a snarl, he wears a looped, red tunic, in thousands you will yield your heads, his form dragonish in the fray. A giant on the plain I see, doing battle with the host, holding in each of his two hands four gore ladened battle-axes. I see him hurling against that host, Two Gae-bolga and a spear, he towers on the battle field, in breastplate and red cloak. Across the bladed chariot wheel, the warped warrior deals death, that fair from I first beheld, melted to a mis-shape. I see him moving into the fray, take warning, watch him well, Cuchulainn, Suailtim’s son! making dense massacre. The blood starts from warriors wounds, total ruin, at his touch, torn corpses, women wailing, because of him, the Forge Hound |
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7. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
He holds a twisted torc in his hand, the forests are his ruling land. "Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again, come at my call and show thyself to men, sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". the Horned God is our nature deity, yet modern man would from his presence flee. "Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night, men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light, open the door, the door that hath no key, the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee". Sheperd of goats, o answer unto me! The summerlands is where we shall meet thee. To invoke thee... The Horned God. |
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9. | To Moytura We Return | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day of the De Danann rule, Breas ruled the pagan lands. He led his people as a fool, under the shadow of Balor’s hand. The Tuatha De lived a life of pain, in body and spirit their weakness grew, as though their battle was in vain, this can’t go on the people knew. Dagda, All father, once God and provider, fell into disgrace with the king. The food he recieved would not feed a spider. The best pieces, Cridinbel would win. Aengus was shoked by the state of his father, "Crindinbel must die", he did say. He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter, Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day. Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream, his hand was forged by the gods, water was brought from the healing stream, "You will be king?". -he nods. Breas journied to the Fomor lands. And met his Fomorian father. They held each other in their hands, their kinship would stay hereafter. The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada, the greatest hero of the Tuatha De, The Fomor arrived for their early tax, these savages Il-Dana did slay. Balor declared war and sent his tribes, Nuada prepared as did the scribes Samhain approached and tensions were high, Dagda went to the Fomor spy. Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion the Il-Dana won this first battle occasion. Back to Moytura the De Danann returned, they set up camp and the pagan fires burned, the first day of battle was a mighty event, druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent. A great clash of shields, cries of was frenzy, blood fell on fields, each warrior the enemy. Nuada killed Indech, the king of the Fomor, the worm god was unleashed with a taste for war. Nuada raised his sword of light, against the mighty Cromcruach, Balor caught uhim in his sight, Nuada died a hero’s death. But Balor to the ground was cast, Il-Dana was the new high king, De Danann heroes won at last, never again to laugh and sing. |
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Tuatha na Gael
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Keith O Fathaigh | Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Vocals, Lyrics |
Leon Bias | Guitars (acoustic), Bouzouki, Mandolin |
John Clohessy | Bass |
Collete Ui Fathaigh | Keyboards |
John O Fathaigh | Irish flute, Whistles, Recorder |
Jay O’Niell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Niamh Hanlon | Uilleann pipes |
Paul Kerns | Vocals (backing) (tracks 2, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul Thomas | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Opyros (R.I.P. 2019) | Producer |
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | The First Battle of Moytura | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
They came here when the sun was high. The sea was calm to meet them. From out of the wind above the hills. Come a fleet of godly men. Borne on strong winds from the otherworld. Shrouded by magical mists The Tuatha de Danann came in their Great magical mystical ships. Nuada, king of Tuatha De, Turned his eager sharp eyes Towards the land of his ancestral home, The valleys, the sea and the skies. He was a giant among mortal men, A hero among the immortals Who led his people {warriors strong} Back to the land of their fathers. The Fir Bolg, who were in Eireann before the Tuatha de Danann. Sent streng their mighty champian to parley with the future king. Breas was sent by Nuada to find out his intent, "I greet you as a brother", said Streng "By Eochai I’ve been sent". The terms of battle were laid, half of Eireann Breas asked, The Fir Bolg said this can’t be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed. Both sides made plans, they prepared their wells of healing, Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and their kings. The sun shone down on helmets, shields and swords, Midsummers day, the two armies walked in haodes Towards Magh Nai, the Fir Bolg followed their chietains, And swept towards the Tuatha De like waves crash on the beaches. The clash of sword and shield, the splintering of bone, The Fir Bolg would not yield, though they heard their people’s moans. The naked hillmen warriors, were forced back through the fight, Followed by his bodyguard, the Dagda took their lives But the ground was piled high with the dead of the Tuatha De All surviving warriors fled to live and fight another day. "We have been defeated but tomorrows another day" "Summon your courage. Prepare yourselves, Tomorrow the Fir Bolg we slay" Four more days of battle came and many fine warriors fell, Mothers lost their fighting sons, the wounded healed in wells. Nuada lost his strong right arm, now he will lose his throne, The sons of Nuada killed Eochai, but they too were overthrown. Streng led the Fir Bolg to the fort and met with the injured, Nuada, both men declared a truce and Eireann was fairly divided. |
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3. | Maeves March | 03:32 | instrumental |
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4. | Fall of Gondolin | 08:04 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed, The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong, In the land were Turgon reigned, Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea, To tell the people of Gondolin, Prepare to fight or flee. But Turgon he was stubborn, "That will I not do!". He had grown to love his city, And the terror of Morgoth he knew. The city was discovered, And Morgoth sent his legions, Orc warriors with the fire-drakes, Led by the Balrog demons. They appeared before the gates and quickly the gates fell, The way was now clear, through the Elven halls, The orcs of such hatred poured into the breach, With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast. The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath, And the kindred of the tree, bravely they fought, The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs, The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough. The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons, and made for the folk of the hammer. They fled in terror rather than of craft, Down in the plain they all gathered. But a fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died. Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer, Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own. Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart, Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion. The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart. The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose. The most beautiful city built on Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong. In the land were Turgon reigned, But now it lay akin to ruins, As the fire devoured its insides, The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee and hide. But Turgon was a noble king "That will I not do!", He stayed to die with the city, The only one he knew. |
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5. | Cúchulainn | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, He is of the otherworld, His father is God Lugh Lamheada, His mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast, For the Ard Ri Conchobhar, His mighty Hound had been unleashed, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates, He did not know of Culann’s Hound, The Hound attacked and met its fate, It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was nagered when he learned, His favorite Hound was no more, But Setanta swore he’d stay at night, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on that day, Which Cathbad declared auspicious, He who took up arms on that day, Would become famous but short lived. His body begins to twist and turn, His flesh revolves within his skin, His features turn red one by one, And the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha, And threatened to destroy the town, The naked women were then brought forth, He then began to calm down, He fell in love with Emer, Her father was appalled, "No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called". He went to train with Domhnall, And learned from him all that he could, You must go and train with Scathach, He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father he quickly refused, Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead, Emer’s father killed himself The two lovers then were wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster, During the mighty war and tain. When Medb of Connaught invaded, He stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero With Caladin his Sword, He killed his best friend Frediad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 His is the Son of a God Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, A javelin was thrown at him, It sliced his stomach like a knife, and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, Where he took a final drink. A raven who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh, and tied himself against a stone, He faced his enemies standing up, But he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared, Until a crow perched on his arm, An otter began to drink his blood, "Cuchulainn is dead", is what they said. |
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6. | Táin Bó Cuailgne | 08:45 | Show lyrics |
I see a battle, a blonde man, with much blood about his belt, and a hero-halo ’round his head, whole hosts he will destroy. His jaws are settled in a snarl, he wears a looped, red tunic, in thousands you will yield your heads, his form dragonish in the fray. A giant on the plain I see, doing battle with the host, holding in each of his two hands four gore ladened battle-axes. I see him hurling against that host, Two Gae-bolga and a spear, he towers on the battle field, in breastplate and red cloak. Across the bladed chariot wheel, the warped warrior deals death, that fair from I first beheld, melted to a mis-shape. I see him moving into the fray, take warning, watch him well, Cuchulainn, Suailtim’s son! making dense massacre. The blood starts from warriors wounds, total ruin, at his touch, torn corpses, women wailing, because of him, the Forge Hound |
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7. | To In Voke the Norned God | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
He holds a twisted torc in his hand,the forests are his ruling land."Great god Cernunnos,return to Earth again,come at my call and show thyself to men,sheperd of goats,upon the wild hills way,lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day".the Horned God is our nature deity,yet modern man would from his presence flee."Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night,men seek for them,whose eyes have lost the light,open the door,the door that hath no key,the door of dreams,wereby men come to thee".Sheperd of goats,O answer unto me!The summerlands is where we shall meet thee.To invoke thee.....The Horned God. | |||
8. | Brian Boru | 04:40 | instrumental |
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9. | To Moytura We Return | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day of the De Danann rule, Breas ruled the pagan lands. He led his people as a fool, under the shadow of Balor’s hand. The Tuatha De lived a life of pain, in body and spirit their weakness grew, as though their battle was in vain, this can’t go on the people knew. Dagda, All father, once God and provider, fell into disgrace with the king. The food he recieved would not feed a spider. The best pieces, Cridinbel would win. Aengus was shoked by the state of his father, "Crindinbel must die", he did say. He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter, Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day. Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream, his hand was forged by the gods, water was brought from the healing stream, "You will be king?". -he nods. Breas journied to the Fomor lands. And met his Fomorian father. They held each other in their hands, their kinship would stay hereafter. The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada, the greatest hero of the Tuatha De, The Fomor arrived for their early tax, these savages Il-Dana did slay. Balor declared war and sent his tribes, Nuada prepared as did the scribes Samhain approached and tensions were high, Dagda went to the Fomor spy. Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion the Il-Dana won this first battle occasion. Back to Moytura the De Danann returned, they set up camp and the pagan fires burned, the first day of battle was a mighty event, druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent. A great clash of shields, cries of was frenzy, blood fell on fields, each warrior the enemy. Nuada killed Indech, the king of the Fomor, the worm god was unleashed with a taste for war. Nuada raised his sword of light, against the mighty Cromcruach, Balor caught uhim in his sight, Nuada died a hero’s death. But Balor to the ground was cast, Il-Dana was the new high king, De Danann heroes won at last, never again to laugh and sing. |
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Tuatha na Gael
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Keith O Fathaigh | Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Vocals, Lyrics |
Leon Bias | Guitars (acoustic), Bouzouki, Mandolin |
John Clohessy | Bass |
Collete Ui Fathaigh | Keyboards |
John O Fathaigh | Irish flute, Whistles, Recorder |
Jay O’Niell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Niamh Hanlon | Uilleann pipes |
Paul Kerns | Vocals (backing) (tracks 2, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul Thomas | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Opyros (R.I.P. 2019) | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | The First Battle of Moytura | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
They came here when the sun was high. The sea was calm to meet them. From out of the wind above the hills. Come a fleet of godly men. Borne on strong winds from the otherworld. Shrouded by magical mists The Tuatha de Danann came in their Great magical mystical ships. Nuada, king of Tuatha De, Turned his eager sharp eyes Towards the land of his ancestral home, The valleys, the sea and the skies. He was a giant among mortal men, A hero among the immortals Who led his people {warriors strong} Back to the land of their fathers. The Fir Bolg, who were in Eireann before the Tuatha de Danann. Sent streng their mighty champian to parley with the future king. Breas was sent by Nuada to find out his intent, "I greet you as a brother", said Streng "By Eochai I’ve been sent". The terms of battle were laid, half of Eireann Breas asked, The Fir Bolg said this can’t be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed. Both sides made plans, they prepared their wells of healing, Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and their kings. The sun shone down on helmets, shields and swords, Midsummers day, the two armies walked in haodes Towards Magh Nai, the Fir Bolg followed their chietains, And swept towards the Tuatha De like waves crash on the beaches. The clash of sword and shield, the splintering of bone, The Fir Bolg would not yield, though they heard their people’s moans. The naked hillmen warriors, were forced back through the fight, Followed by his bodyguard, the Dagda took their lives But the ground was piled high with the dead of the Tuatha De All surviving warriors fled to live and fight another day. "We have been defeated but tomorrows another day" "Summon your courage. Prepare yourselves, Tomorrow the Fir Bolg we slay" Four more days of battle came and many fine warriors fell, Mothers lost their fighting sons, the wounded healed in wells. Nuada lost his strong right arm, now he will lose his throne, The sons of Nuada killed Eochai, but they too were overthrown. Streng led the Fir Bolg to the fort and met with the injured, Nuada, both men declared a truce and Eireann was fairly divided. |
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3. | Maeve’s March | 03:32 | instrumental |
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4. | Fall of Gondolin | 08:04 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed, The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong, In the land were Turgon reigned, Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea, To tell the people of Gondolin, Prepare to fight or flee. But Turgon he was stubborn, "That will I not do!". He had grown to love his city, And the terror of Morgoth he knew. The city was discovered, And Morgoth sent his legions, Orc warriors with the fire-drakes, Led by the Balrog demons. They appeared before the gates and quickly the gates fell, The way was now clear, through the Elven halls, The orcs of such hatred poured into the breach, With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast. The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath, And the kindred of the tree, bravely they fought, The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs, The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough. The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons, and made for the folk of the hammer. They fled in terror rather than of craft, Down in the plain they all gathered. But a fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died. Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer, Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own. Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart, Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion. The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart. The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose. The most beautiful city built on Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong. In the land were Turgon reigned, But now it lay akin to ruins, As the fire devoured its insides, The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee and hide. But Turgon was a noble king "That will I not do!", He stayed to die with the city, The only one he knew. |
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5. | Cúchulainn | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, He is of the otherworld, His father is God Lugh Lamheada, His mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast, For the Ard Ri Conchobhar, His mighty Hound had been unleashed, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates, He did not know of Culann’s Hound, The Hound attacked and met its fate, It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was nagered when he learned, His favorite Hound was no more, But Setanta swore he’d stay at night, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on that day, Which Cathbad declared auspicious, He who took up arms on that day, Would become famous but short lived. His body begins to twist and turn, His flesh revolves within his skin, His features turn red one by one, And the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha, And threatened to destroy the town, The naked women were then brought forth, He then began to calm down, He fell in love with Emer, Her father was appalled, "No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called". He went to train with Domhnall, And learned from him all that he could, You must go and train with Scathach, He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father he quickly refused, Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead, Emer’s father killed himself The two lovers then were wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster, During the mighty war and tain. When Medb of Connaught invaded, He stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero With Caladin his Sword, He killed his best friend Frediad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 His is the Son of a God Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, A javelin was thrown at him, It sliced his stomach like a knife, and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, Where he took a final drink. A raven who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh, and tied himself against a stone, He faced his enemies standing up, But he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared, Until a crow perched on his arm, An otter began to drink his blood, "Cuchulainn is dead", is what they said. |
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6. | Táin Bó Cuailgne | 08:45 | Show lyrics |
I see a battle, a blonde man, with much blood about his belt, and a hero-halo ’round his head, whole hosts he will destroy. His jaws are settled in a snarl, he wears a looped, red tunic, in thousands you will yield your heads, his form dragonish in the fray. A giant on the plain I see, doing battle with the host, holding in each of his two hands four gore ladened battle-axes. I see him hurling against that host, Two Gae-bolga and a spear, he towers on the battle field, in breastplate and red cloak. Across the bladed chariot wheel, the warped warrior deals death, that fair from I first beheld, melted to a mis-shape. I see him moving into the fray, take warning, watch him well, Cuchulainn, Suailtim’s son! making dense massacre. The blood starts from warriors wounds, total ruin, at his touch, torn corpses, women wailing, because of him, the Forge Hound |
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7. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
He holds a twisted torc in his hand, the forests are his ruling land. "Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again, come at my call and show thyself to men, sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". the Horned God is our nature deity, yet modern man would from his presence flee. "Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night, men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light, open the door, the door that hath no key, the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee". Sheperd of goats, o answer unto me! The summerlands is where we shall meet thee. To invoke thee... The Horned God. |
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8. | Brian Boru | 04:40 | instrumental |
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9. | To Moytura We Return | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day of the De Danann rule, Breas ruled the pagan lands. He led his people as a fool, under the shadow of Balor’s hand. The Tuatha De lived a life of pain, in body and spirit their weakness grew, as though their battle was in vain, this can’t go on the people knew. Dagda, All father, once God and provider, fell into disgrace with the king. The food he recieved would not feed a spider. The best pieces, Cridinbel would win. Aengus was shoked by the state of his father, "Crindinbel must die", he did say. He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter, Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day. Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream, his hand was forged by the gods, water was brought from the healing stream, "You will be king?". -he nods. Breas journied to the Fomor lands. And met his Fomorian father. They held each other in their hands, their kinship would stay hereafter. The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada, the greatest hero of the Tuatha De, The Fomor arrived for their early tax, these savages Il-Dana did slay. Balor declared war and sent his tribes, Nuada prepared as did the scribes Samhain approached and tensions were high, Dagda went to the Fomor spy. Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion the Il-Dana won this first battle occasion. Back to Moytura the De Danann returned, they set up camp and the pagan fires burned, the first day of battle was a mighty event, druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent. A great clash of shields, cries of was frenzy, blood fell on fields, each warrior the enemy. Nuada killed Indech, the king of the Fomor, the worm god was unleashed with a taste for war. Nuada raised his sword of light, against the mighty Cromcruach, Balor caught uhim in his sight, Nuada died a hero’s death. But Balor to the ground was cast, Il-Dana was the new high king, De Danann heroes won at last, never again to laugh and sing. |
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10. | Return | 06:33 | |
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11. | Erinsong | 04:54 | Show lyrics |
I am the wind that blows over the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am a vulture on the rock I am a ray of the sun I am the fairest of plants I am a wild boar in valour Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Created by magic, cast from the Gods and the Sidhe I am a salmon in the water I am a lake in the plain I am the craft of the artificer I am a word of science I am the god that creates In the head of man the fire of thought I am the spear-point cast in battle I am the druid, I am the God Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Who shows the place where the sun goes to rest if not I? |
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12. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] |
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Tuatha na Gael
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Keith O Fathaigh | Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Vocals, Lyrics |
Leon Bias | Guitars (acoustic), Bouzouki, Mandolin |
John Clohessy | Bass |
Collete Ui Fathaigh | Keyboards |
John O Fathaigh | Irish flute, Whistles, Recorder |
Jay O’Niell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Niamh Hanlon | Uilleann pipes |
Paul Kerns | Vocals (backing) (tracks 2, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul Thomas | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Opyros (R.I.P. 2019) | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | I Am Tuan | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | The First Battle of Moytura | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
They came here when the sun was high. The sea was calm to meet them. From out of the wind above the hills. Come a fleet of godly men. Borne on strong winds from the otherworld. Shrouded by magical mists The Tuatha de Danann came in their Great magical mystical ships. Nuada, king of Tuatha De, Turned his eager sharp eyes Towards the land of his ancestral home, The valleys, the sea and the skies. He was a giant among mortal men, A hero among the immortals Who led his people {warriors strong} Back to the land of their fathers. The Fir Bolg, who were in Eireann before the Tuatha de Danann. Sent streng their mighty champian to parley with the future king. Breas was sent by Nuada to find out his intent, "I greet you as a brother", said Streng "By Eochai I’ve been sent". The terms of battle were laid, half of Eireann Breas asked, The Fir Bolg said this can’t be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed. Both sides made plans, they prepared their wells of healing, Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and their kings. The sun shone down on helmets, shields and swords, Midsummers day, the two armies walked in haodes Towards Magh Nai, the Fir Bolg followed their chietains, And swept towards the Tuatha De like waves crash on the beaches. The clash of sword and shield, the splintering of bone, The Fir Bolg would not yield, though they heard their people’s moans. The naked hillmen warriors, were forced back through the fight, Followed by his bodyguard, the Dagda took their lives But the ground was piled high with the dead of the Tuatha De All surviving warriors fled to live and fight another day. "We have been defeated but tomorrows another day" "Summon your courage. Prepare yourselves, Tomorrow the Fir Bolg we slay" Four more days of battle came and many fine warriors fell, Mothers lost their fighting sons, the wounded healed in wells. Nuada lost his strong right arm, now he will lose his throne, The sons of Nuada killed Eochai, but they too were overthrown. Streng led the Fir Bolg to the fort and met with the injured, Nuada, both men declared a truce and Eireann was fairly divided. |
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3. | Maeve’s March | 03:32 | instrumental |
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4. | Fall of Gondolin | 08:04 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed, The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong, In the land were Turgon reigned, Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea, To tell the people of Gondolin, Prepare to fight or flee. But Turgon he was stubborn, "That will I not do!". He had grown to love his city, And the terror of Morgoth he knew. The city was discovered, And Morgoth sent his legions, Orc warriors with the fire-drakes, Led by the Balrog demons. They appeared before the gates and quickly the gates fell, The way was now clear, through the Elven halls, The orcs of such hatred poured into the breach, With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast. The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath, And the kindred of the tree, bravely they fought, The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs, The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough. The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons, and made for the folk of the hammer. They fled in terror rather than of craft, Down in the plain they all gathered. But a fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died. Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer, Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own. Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart, Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion. The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart. The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose. The most beautiful city built on Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong. In the land were Turgon reigned, But now it lay akin to ruins, As the fire devoured its insides, The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee and hide. But Turgon was a noble king "That will I not do!", He stayed to die with the city, The only one he knew. |
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5. | Cúchulainn | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, He is of the otherworld, His father is God Lugh Lamheada, His mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast, For the Ard Ri Conchobhar, His mighty Hound had been unleashed, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates, He did not know of Culann’s Hound, The Hound attacked and met its fate, It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was nagered when he learned, His favorite Hound was no more, But Setanta swore he’d stay at night, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on that day, Which Cathbad declared auspicious, He who took up arms on that day, Would become famous but short lived. His body begins to twist and turn, His flesh revolves within his skin, His features turn red one by one, And the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha, And threatened to destroy the town, The naked women were then brought forth, He then began to calm down, He fell in love with Emer, Her father was appalled, "No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called". He went to train with Domhnall, And learned from him all that he could, You must go and train with Scathach, He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father he quickly refused, Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead, Emer’s father killed himself The two lovers then were wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster, During the mighty war and tain. When Medb of Connaught invaded, He stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero With Caladin his Sword, He killed his best friend Frediad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 His is the Son of a God Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, A javelin was thrown at him, It sliced his stomach like a knife, and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, Where he took a final drink. A raven who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh, and tied himself against a stone, He faced his enemies standing up, But he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared, Until a crow perched on his arm, An otter began to drink his blood, "Cuchulainn is dead", is what they said. |
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Side B | |||
6. | Táin Bó Cuailgne | 08:45 | Show lyrics |
I see a battle, a blonde man, with much blood about his belt, and a hero-halo ’round his head, whole hosts he will destroy. His jaws are settled in a snarl, he wears a looped, red tunic, in thousands you will yield your heads, his form dragonish in the fray. A giant on the plain I see, doing battle with the host, holding in each of his two hands four gore ladened battle-axes. I see him hurling against that host, Two Gae-bolga and a spear, he towers on the battle field, in breastplate and red cloak. Across the bladed chariot wheel, the warped warrior deals death, that fair from I first beheld, melted to a mis-shape. I see him moving into the fray, take warning, watch him well, Cuchulainn, Suailtim’s son! making dense massacre. The blood starts from warriors wounds, total ruin, at his touch, torn corpses, women wailing, because of him, the Forge Hound |
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7. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
He holds a twisted torc in his hand, the forests are his ruling land. "Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again, come at my call and show thyself to men, sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". the Horned God is our nature deity, yet modern man would from his presence flee. "Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night, men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light, open the door, the door that hath no key, the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee". Sheperd of goats, o answer unto me! The summerlands is where we shall meet thee. To invoke thee... The Horned God. |
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8. | Brian Boru | 04:40 | instrumental |
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9. | To Moytura We Return | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day of the De Danann rule, Breas ruled the pagan lands. He led his people as a fool, under the shadow of Balor’s hand. The Tuatha De lived a life of pain, in body and spirit their weakness grew, as though their battle was in vain, this can’t go on the people knew. Dagda, All father, once God and provider, fell into disgrace with the king. The food he recieved would not feed a spider. The best pieces, Cridinbel would win. Aengus was shoked by the state of his father, "Crindinbel must die", he did say. He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter, Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day. Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream, his hand was forged by the gods, water was brought from the healing stream, "You will be king?". -he nods. Breas journied to the Fomor lands. And met his Fomorian father. They held each other in their hands, their kinship would stay hereafter. The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada, the greatest hero of the Tuatha De, The Fomor arrived for their early tax, these savages Il-Dana did slay. Balor declared war and sent his tribes, Nuada prepared as did the scribes Samhain approached and tensions were high, Dagda went to the Fomor spy. Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion the Il-Dana won this first battle occasion. Back to Moytura the De Danann returned, they set up camp and the pagan fires burned, the first day of battle was a mighty event, druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent. A great clash of shields, cries of was frenzy, blood fell on fields, each warrior the enemy. Nuada killed Indech, the king of the Fomor, the worm god was unleashed with a taste for war. Nuada raised his sword of light, against the mighty Cromcruach, Balor caught uhim in his sight, Nuada died a hero’s death. But Balor to the ground was cast, Il-Dana was the new high king, De Danann heroes won at last, never again to laugh and sing. |
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Tuatha na Gael
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Keith O Fathaigh | Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Vocals, Lyrics |
Leon Bias | Guitars (acoustic), Bouzouki, Mandolin |
John Clohessy | Bass |
Collete Ui Fathaigh | Keyboards |
John O Fathaigh | Irish flute, Whistles, Recorder |
Jay O’Niell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Niamh Hanlon | Uilleann pipes |
Paul Kerns | Vocals (backing) (tracks 2, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul Thomas | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Opyros (R.I.P. 2019) | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | The First Battle of Moytura | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
They came here when the sun was high. The sea was calm to meet them. From out of the wind above the hills. Come a fleet of godly men. Borne on strong winds from the otherworld. Shrouded by magical mists The Tuatha de Danann came in their Great magical mystical ships. Nuada, king of Tuatha De, Turned his eager sharp eyes Towards the land of his ancestral home, The valleys, the sea and the skies. He was a giant among mortal men, A hero among the immortals Who led his people {warriors strong} Back to the land of their fathers. The Fir Bolg, who were in Eireann before the Tuatha de Danann. Sent streng their mighty champian to parley with the future king. Breas was sent by Nuada to find out his intent, "I greet you as a brother", said Streng "By Eochai I’ve been sent". The terms of battle were laid, half of Eireann Breas asked, The Fir Bolg said this can’t be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed. Both sides made plans, they prepared their wells of healing, Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and their kings. The sun shone down on helmets, shields and swords, Midsummers day, the two armies walked in haodes Towards Magh Nai, the Fir Bolg followed their chietains, And swept towards the Tuatha De like waves crash on the beaches. The clash of sword and shield, the splintering of bone, The Fir Bolg would not yield, though they heard their people’s moans. The naked hillmen warriors, were forced back through the fight, Followed by his bodyguard, the Dagda took their lives But the ground was piled high with the dead of the Tuatha De All surviving warriors fled to live and fight another day. "We have been defeated but tomorrows another day" "Summon your courage. Prepare yourselves, Tomorrow the Fir Bolg we slay" Four more days of battle came and many fine warriors fell, Mothers lost their fighting sons, the wounded healed in wells. Nuada lost his strong right arm, now he will lose his throne, The sons of Nuada killed Eochai, but they too were overthrown. Streng led the Fir Bolg to the fort and met with the injured, Nuada, both men declared a truce and Eireann was fairly divided. |
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3. | Maeve’s March | 03:32 | instrumental |
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4. | Fall of Gondolin | 08:04 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed, The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong, In the land were Turgon reigned, Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea, To tell the people of Gondolin, Prepare to fight or flee. But Turgon he was stubborn, "That will I not do!". He had grown to love his city, And the terror of Morgoth he knew. The city was discovered, And Morgoth sent his legions, Orc warriors with the fire-drakes, Led by the Balrog demons. They appeared before the gates and quickly the gates fell, The way was now clear, through the Elven halls, The orcs of such hatred poured into the breach, With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast. The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath, And the kindred of the tree, bravely they fought, The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs, The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough. The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons, and made for the folk of the hammer. They fled in terror rather than of craft, Down in the plain they all gathered. But a fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died. Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer, Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own. Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart, Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion. The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart. The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose. The most beautiful city built on Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong. In the land were Turgon reigned, But now it lay akin to ruins, As the fire devoured its insides, The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee and hide. But Turgon was a noble king "That will I not do!", He stayed to die with the city, The only one he knew. |
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5. | Cúchulainn | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, He is of the otherworld, His father is God Lugh Lamheada, His mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast, For the Ard Ri Conchobhar, His mighty Hound had been unleashed, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates, He did not know of Culann’s Hound, The Hound attacked and met its fate, It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was nagered when he learned, His favorite Hound was no more, But Setanta swore he’d stay at night, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on that day, Which Cathbad declared auspicious, He who took up arms on that day, Would become famous but short lived. His body begins to twist and turn, His flesh revolves within his skin, His features turn red one by one, And the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha, And threatened to destroy the town, The naked women were then brought forth, He then began to calm down, He fell in love with Emer, Her father was appalled, "No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called". He went to train with Domhnall, And learned from him all that he could, You must go and train with Scathach, He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father he quickly refused, Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead, Emer’s father killed himself The two lovers then were wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster, During the mighty war and tain. When Medb of Connaught invaded, He stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero With Caladin his Sword, He killed his best friend Frediad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 His is the Son of a God Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, A javelin was thrown at him, It sliced his stomach like a knife, and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, Where he took a final drink. A raven who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh, and tied himself against a stone, He faced his enemies standing up, But he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared, Until a crow perched on his arm, An otter began to drink his blood, "Cuchulainn is dead", is what they said. |
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6. | Táin Bó Cuailgne | 08:45 | Show lyrics |
I see a battle, a blonde man, with much blood about his belt, and a hero-halo ’round his head, whole hosts he will destroy. His jaws are settled in a snarl, he wears a looped, red tunic, in thousands you will yield your heads, his form dragonish in the fray. A giant on the plain I see, doing battle with the host, holding in each of his two hands four gore ladened battle-axes. I see him hurling against that host, Two Gae-bolga and a spear, he towers on the battle field, in breastplate and red cloak. Across the bladed chariot wheel, the warped warrior deals death, that fair from I first beheld, melted to a mis-shape. I see him moving into the fray, take warning, watch him well, Cuchulainn, Suailtim’s son! making dense massacre. The blood starts from warriors wounds, total ruin, at his touch, torn corpses, women wailing, because of him, the Forge Hound |
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7. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
He holds a twisted torc in his hand, the forests are his ruling land. "Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again, come at my call and show thyself to men, sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". the Horned God is our nature deity, yet modern man would from his presence flee. "Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night, men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light, open the door, the door that hath no key, the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee". Sheperd of goats, o answer unto me! The summerlands is where we shall meet thee. To invoke thee... The Horned God. |
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8. | Brian Boru | 04:40 | instrumental |
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9. | To Moytura We Return | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day of the De Danann rule, Breas ruled the pagan lands. He led his people as a fool, under the shadow of Balor’s hand. The Tuatha De lived a life of pain, in body and spirit their weakness grew, as though their battle was in vain, this can’t go on the people knew. Dagda, All father, once God and provider, fell into disgrace with the king. The food he recieved would not feed a spider. The best pieces, Cridinbel would win. Aengus was shoked by the state of his father, "Crindinbel must die", he did say. He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter, Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day. Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream, his hand was forged by the gods, water was brought from the healing stream, "You will be king?". -he nods. Breas journied to the Fomor lands. And met his Fomorian father. They held each other in their hands, their kinship would stay hereafter. The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada, the greatest hero of the Tuatha De, The Fomor arrived for their early tax, these savages Il-Dana did slay. Balor declared war and sent his tribes, Nuada prepared as did the scribes Samhain approached and tensions were high, Dagda went to the Fomor spy. Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion the Il-Dana won this first battle occasion. Back to Moytura the De Danann returned, they set up camp and the pagan fires burned, the first day of battle was a mighty event, druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent. A great clash of shields, cries of was frenzy, blood fell on fields, each warrior the enemy. Nuada killed Indech, the king of the Fomor, the worm god was unleashed with a taste for war. Nuada raised his sword of light, against the mighty Cromcruach, Balor caught uhim in his sight, Nuada died a hero’s death. But Balor to the ground was cast, Il-Dana was the new high king, De Danann heroes won at last, never again to laugh and sing. |
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10. | Return | 06:35 | |
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11. | Erinsong | 04:36 | |
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12. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 03:44 | |
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01:11:46 |
Tuatha na Gael
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Keith O Fathaigh | Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Vocals, Lyrics |
Leon Bias | Guitars (acoustic), Bouzouki, Mandolin |
John Clohessy | Bass |
Collete Ui Fathaigh | Keyboards |
John O Fathaigh | Irish flute, Whistles, Recorder |
Jay O’Niell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Niamh Hanlon | Uilleann pipes |
Paul Kerns | Vocals (backing) (tracks 2, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul Thomas | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Opyros (R.I.P. 2019) | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:22 | instrumental |
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2. | The First Battle of Moytura | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
They came here when the sun was high. The sea was calm to meet them. From out of the wind above the hills. Come a fleet of godly men. Borne on strong winds from the otherworld. Shrouded by magical mists The Tuatha de Danann came in their Great magical mystical ships. Nuada, king of Tuatha De, Turned his eager sharp eyes Towards the land of his ancestral home, The valleys, the sea and the skies. He was a giant among mortal men, A hero among the immortals Who led his people {warriors strong} Back to the land of their fathers. The Fir Bolg, who were in Eireann before the Tuatha de Danann. Sent streng their mighty champian to parley with the future king. Breas was sent by Nuada to find out his intent, "I greet you as a brother", said Streng "By Eochai I’ve been sent". The terms of battle were laid, half of Eireann Breas asked, The Fir Bolg said this can’t be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed. Both sides made plans, they prepared their wells of healing, Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and their kings. The sun shone down on helmets, shields and swords, Midsummers day, the two armies walked in haodes Towards Magh Nai, the Fir Bolg followed their chietains, And swept towards the Tuatha De like waves crash on the beaches. The clash of sword and shield, the splintering of bone, The Fir Bolg would not yield, though they heard their people’s moans. The naked hillmen warriors, were forced back through the fight, Followed by his bodyguard, the Dagda took their lives But the ground was piled high with the dead of the Tuatha De All surviving warriors fled to live and fight another day. "We have been defeated but tomorrows another day" "Summon your courage. Prepare yourselves, Tomorrow the Fir Bolg we slay" Four more days of battle came and many fine warriors fell, Mothers lost their fighting sons, the wounded healed in wells. Nuada lost his strong right arm, now he will lose his throne, The sons of Nuada killed Eochai, but they too were overthrown. Streng led the Fir Bolg to the fort and met with the injured, Nuada, both men declared a truce and Eireann was fairly divided. |
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3. | Maeve’s March | 03:31 | instrumental |
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4. | Fall of Gondolin | 08:03 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed, The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong, In the land were Turgon reigned, Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea, To tell the people of Gondolin, Prepare to fight or flee. But Turgon he was stubborn, "That will I not do!". He had grown to love his city, And the terror of Morgoth he knew. The city was discovered, And Morgoth sent his legions, Orc warriors with the fire-drakes, Led by the Balrog demons. They appeared before the gates and quickly the gates fell, The way was now clear, through the Elven halls, The orcs of such hatred poured into the breach, With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast. The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath, And the kindred of the tree, bravely they fought, The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs, The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough. The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons, and made for the folk of the hammer. They fled in terror rather than of craft, Down in the plain they all gathered. But a fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died. Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer, Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own. Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart, Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion. The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart. The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose. The most beautiful city built on Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong. In the land were Turgon reigned, But now it lay akin to ruins, As the fire devoured its insides, The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee and hide. But Turgon was a noble king "That will I not do!", He stayed to die with the city, The only one he knew. |
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5. | Cúchulainn | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, He is of the otherworld, His father is God Lugh Lamheada, His mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast, For the Ard Ri Conchobhar, His mighty Hound had been unleashed, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates, He did not know of Culann’s Hound, The Hound attacked and met its fate, It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was nagered when he learned, His favorite Hound was no more, But Setanta swore he’d stay at night, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on that day, Which Cathbad declared auspicious, He who took up arms on that day, Would become famous but short lived. His body begins to twist and turn, His flesh revolves within his skin, His features turn red one by one, And the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha, And threatened to destroy the town, The naked women were then brought forth, He then began to calm down, He fell in love with Emer, Her father was appalled, "No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called". He went to train with Domhnall, And learned from him all that he could, You must go and train with Scathach, He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father he quickly refused, Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead, Emer’s father killed himself The two lovers then were wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster, During the mighty war and tain. When Medb of Connaught invaded, He stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero With Caladin his Sword, He killed his best friend Frediad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 His is the Son of a God Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, A javelin was thrown at him, It sliced his stomach like a knife, and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, Where he took a final drink. A raven who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh, and tied himself against a stone, He faced his enemies standing up, But he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared, Until a crow perched on his arm, An otter began to drink his blood, "Cuchulainn is dead", is what they said. |
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6. | Táin Bó Cuailgne | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
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7. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
He holds a twisted torc in his hand, the forests are his ruling land. "Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again, come at my call and show thyself to men, sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". the Horned God is our nature deity, yet modern man would from his presence flee. "Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night, men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light, open the door, the door that hath no key, the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee". Sheperd of goats, o answer unto me! The summerlands is where we shall meet thee. To invoke thee... The Horned God. |
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8. | Brian Boru | 04:39 | instrumental |
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9. | To Moytura We Return | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day of the De Danann rule, Breas ruled the pagan lands. He led his people as a fool, under the shadow of Balor’s hand. The Tuatha De lived a life of pain, in body and spirit their weakness grew, as though their battle was in vain, this can’t go on the people knew. Dagda, All father, once God and provider, fell into disgrace with the king. The food he recieved would not feed a spider. The best pieces, Cridinbel would win. Aengus was shoked by the state of his father, "Crindinbel must die", he did say. He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter, Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day. Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream, his hand was forged by the gods, water was brought from the healing stream, "You will be king?". -he nods. Breas journied to the Fomor lands. And met his Fomorian father. They held each other in their hands, their kinship would stay hereafter. The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada, the greatest hero of the Tuatha De, The Fomor arrived for their early tax, these savages Il-Dana did slay. Balor declared war and sent his tribes, Nuada prepared as did the scribes Samhain approached and tensions were high, Dagda went to the Fomor spy. Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion the Il-Dana won this first battle occasion. Back to Moytura the De Danann returned, they set up camp and the pagan fires burned, the first day of battle was a mighty event, druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent. A great clash of shields, cries of was frenzy, blood fell on fields, each warrior the enemy. Nuada killed Indech, the king of the Fomor, the worm god was unleashed with a taste for war. Nuada raised his sword of light, against the mighty Cromcruach, Balor caught uhim in his sight, Nuada died a hero’s death. But Balor to the ground was cast, Il-Dana was the new high king, De Danann heroes won at last, never again to laugh and sing. |
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10. | Return | 06:35 | |
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11. | Erinsong | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
I am the wind that blows over the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am a vulture on the rock I am a ray of the sun I am the fairest of plants I am a wild boar in valour Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Created by magic, cast from the Gods and the Sidhe I am a salmon in the water I am a lake in the plain I am the craft of the artificer I am a word of science I am the god that creates In the head of man the fire of thought I am the spear-point cast in battle I am the druid, I am the God Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Who shows the place where the sun goes to rest if not I? |
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12. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] |
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01:11:56 |
Tuatha na Gael
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Keith O Fathaigh | Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Vocals, Lyrics |
Leon Bias | Guitars (acoustic), Bouzouki, Mandolin |
John Clohessy | Bass |
Collete Ui Fathaigh | Keyboards |
John O Fathaigh | Irish flute, Whistles, Recorder |
Jay O’Niell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Niamh Hanlon | Uilleann pipes |
Paul Kerns | Vocals (backing) (tracks 2, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul Thomas | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Opyros (R.I.P. 2019) | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | The First Battle of Moytura | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
They came here when the sun was high. The sea was calm to meet them. From out of the wind above the hills. Come a fleet of godly men. Borne on strong winds from the otherworld. Shrouded by magical mists The Tuatha de Danann came in their Great magical mystical ships. Nuada, king of Tuatha De, Turned his eager sharp eyes Towards the land of his ancestral home, The valleys, the sea and the skies. He was a giant among mortal men, A hero among the immortals Who led his people {warriors strong} Back to the land of their fathers. The Fir Bolg, who were in Eireann before the Tuatha de Danann. Sent streng their mighty champian to parley with the future king. Breas was sent by Nuada to find out his intent, "I greet you as a brother", said Streng "By Eochai I’ve been sent". The terms of battle were laid, half of Eireann Breas asked, The Fir Bolg said this can’t be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed. Both sides made plans, they prepared their wells of healing, Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and their kings. The sun shone down on helmets, shields and swords, Midsummers day, the two armies walked in haodes Towards Magh Nai, the Fir Bolg followed their chietains, And swept towards the Tuatha De like waves crash on the beaches. The clash of sword and shield, the splintering of bone, The Fir Bolg would not yield, though they heard their people’s moans. The naked hillmen warriors, were forced back through the fight, Followed by his bodyguard, the Dagda took their lives But the ground was piled high with the dead of the Tuatha De All surviving warriors fled to live and fight another day. "We have been defeated but tomorrows another day" "Summon your courage. Prepare yourselves, Tomorrow the Fir Bolg we slay" Four more days of battle came and many fine warriors fell, Mothers lost their fighting sons, the wounded healed in wells. Nuada lost his strong right arm, now he will lose his throne, The sons of Nuada killed Eochai, but they too were overthrown. Streng led the Fir Bolg to the fort and met with the injured, Nuada, both men declared a truce and Eireann was fairly divided. |
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3. | Maeve’s March | 03:32 | instrumental |
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4. | Fall of Gondolin | 08:04 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed, The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong, In the land were Turgon reigned, Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea, To tell the people of Gondolin, Prepare to fight or flee. But Turgon he was stubborn, "That will I not do!". He had grown to love his city, And the terror of Morgoth he knew. The city was discovered, And Morgoth sent his legions, Orc warriors with the fire-drakes, Led by the Balrog demons. They appeared before the gates and quickly the gates fell, The way was now clear, through the Elven halls, The orcs of such hatred poured into the breach, With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast. The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath, And the kindred of the tree, bravely they fought, The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs, The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough. The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons, and made for the folk of the hammer. They fled in terror rather than of craft, Down in the plain they all gathered. But a fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died. Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer, Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own. Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart, Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion. The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart. The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose. The most beautiful city built on Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong. In the land were Turgon reigned, But now it lay akin to ruins, As the fire devoured its insides, The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee and hide. But Turgon was a noble king "That will I not do!", He stayed to die with the city, The only one he knew. |
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5. | Cúchulainn | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, He is of the otherworld, His father is God Lugh Lamheada, His mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast, For the Ard Ri Conchobhar, His mighty Hound had been unleashed, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates, He did not know of Culann’s Hound, The Hound attacked and met its fate, It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was nagered when he learned, His favorite Hound was no more, But Setanta swore he’d stay at night, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on that day, Which Cathbad declared auspicious, He who took up arms on that day, Would become famous but short lived. His body begins to twist and turn, His flesh revolves within his skin, His features turn red one by one, And the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha, And threatened to destroy the town, The naked women were then brought forth, He then began to calm down, He fell in love with Emer, Her father was appalled, "No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called". He went to train with Domhnall, And learned from him all that he could, You must go and train with Scathach, He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father he quickly refused, Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead, Emer’s father killed himself The two lovers then were wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster, During the mighty war and tain. When Medb of Connaught invaded, He stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero With Caladin his Sword, He killed his best friend Frediad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 His is the Son of a God Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, A javelin was thrown at him, It sliced his stomach like a knife, and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, Where he took a final drink. A raven who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh, and tied himself against a stone, He faced his enemies standing up, But he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared, Until a crow perched on his arm, An otter began to drink his blood, "Cuchulainn is dead", is what they said. |
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6. | Táin Bó Cuailgne | 08:45 | Show lyrics |
I see a battle, a blonde man, with much blood about his belt, and a hero-halo ’round his head, whole hosts he will destroy. His jaws are settled in a snarl, he wears a looped, red tunic, in thousands you will yield your heads, his form dragonish in the fray. A giant on the plain I see, doing battle with the host, holding in each of his two hands four gore ladened battle-axes. I see him hurling against that host, Two Gae-bolga and a spear, he towers on the battle field, in breastplate and red cloak. Across the bladed chariot wheel, the warped warrior deals death, that fair from I first beheld, melted to a mis-shape. I see him moving into the fray, take warning, watch him well, Cuchulainn, Suailtim’s son! making dense massacre. The blood starts from warriors wounds, total ruin, at his touch, torn corpses, women wailing, because of him, the Forge Hound |
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7. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
He holds a twisted torc in his hand, the forests are his ruling land. "Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again, come at my call and show thyself to men, sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". the Horned God is our nature deity, yet modern man would from his presence flee. "Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night, men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light, open the door, the door that hath no key, the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee". Sheperd of goats, o answer unto me! The summerlands is where we shall meet thee. To invoke thee... The Horned God. |
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8. | Brian Boru | 04:40 | instrumental |
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9. | To Moytura We Return | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day of the De Danann rule, Breas ruled the pagan lands. He led his people as a fool, under the shadow of Balor’s hand. The Tuatha De lived a life of pain, in body and spirit their weakness grew, as though their battle was in vain, this can’t go on the people knew. Dagda, All father, once God and provider, fell into disgrace with the king. The food he recieved would not feed a spider. The best pieces, Cridinbel would win. Aengus was shoked by the state of his father, "Crindinbel must die", he did say. He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter, Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day. Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream, his hand was forged by the gods, water was brought from the healing stream, "You will be king?". -he nods. Breas journied to the Fomor lands. And met his Fomorian father. They held each other in their hands, their kinship would stay hereafter. The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada, the greatest hero of the Tuatha De, The Fomor arrived for their early tax, these savages Il-Dana did slay. Balor declared war and sent his tribes, Nuada prepared as did the scribes Samhain approached and tensions were high, Dagda went to the Fomor spy. Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion the Il-Dana won this first battle occasion. Back to Moytura the De Danann returned, they set up camp and the pagan fires burned, the first day of battle was a mighty event, druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent. A great clash of shields, cries of was frenzy, blood fell on fields, each warrior the enemy. Nuada killed Indech, the king of the Fomor, the worm god was unleashed with a taste for war. Nuada raised his sword of light, against the mighty Cromcruach, Balor caught uhim in his sight, Nuada died a hero’s death. But Balor to the ground was cast, Il-Dana was the new high king, De Danann heroes won at last, never again to laugh and sing. |
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10. | Return | 06:35 | |
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11. | Erinsong | 04:36 | |
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12. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 03:44 | |
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Tuatha na Gael
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Keith O Fathaigh | Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Vocals, Lyrics |
Leon Bias | Guitars (acoustic), Bouzouki, Mandolin |
John Clohessy | Bass |
Collete Ui Fathaigh | Keyboards |
John O Fathaigh | Irish flute, Whistles, Recorder |
Jay O’Niell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Niamh Hanlon | Uilleann pipes |
Paul Kerns | Vocals (backing) (tracks 2, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul Thomas | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Opyros (R.I.P. 2019) | Producer |
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | The First Battle of Moytura | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
They came here when the sun was high. The sea was calm to meet them. From out of the wind above the hills. Come a fleet of godly men. Borne on strong winds from the otherworld. Shrouded by magical mists The Tuatha de Danann came in their Great magical mystical ships. Nuada, king of Tuatha De, Turned his eager sharp eyes Towards the land of his ancestral home, The valleys, the sea and the skies. He was a giant among mortal men, A hero among the immortals Who led his people {warriors strong} Back to the land of their fathers. The Fir Bolg, who were in Eireann before the Tuatha de Danann. Sent streng their mighty champian to parley with the future king. Breas was sent by Nuada to find out his intent, "I greet you as a brother", said Streng "By Eochai I’ve been sent". The terms of battle were laid, half of Eireann Breas asked, The Fir Bolg said this can’t be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed. Both sides made plans, they prepared their wells of healing, Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and their kings. The sun shone down on helmets, shields and swords, Midsummers day, the two armies walked in haodes Towards Magh Nai, the Fir Bolg followed their chietains, And swept towards the Tuatha De like waves crash on the beaches. The clash of sword and shield, the splintering of bone, The Fir Bolg would not yield, though they heard their people’s moans. The naked hillmen warriors, were forced back through the fight, Followed by his bodyguard, the Dagda took their lives But the ground was piled high with the dead of the Tuatha De All surviving warriors fled to live and fight another day. "We have been defeated but tomorrows another day" "Summon your courage. Prepare yourselves, Tomorrow the Fir Bolg we slay" Four more days of battle came and many fine warriors fell, Mothers lost their fighting sons, the wounded healed in wells. Nuada lost his strong right arm, now he will lose his throne, The sons of Nuada killed Eochai, but they too were overthrown. Streng led the Fir Bolg to the fort and met with the injured, Nuada, both men declared a truce and Eireann was fairly divided. |
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3. | Maeve’s March | 03:32 | instrumental |
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4. | Fall of Gondolin | 08:04 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed, The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong, In the land were Turgon reigned, Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea, To tell the people of Gondolin, Prepare to fight or flee. But Turgon he was stubborn, "That will I not do!". He had grown to love his city, And the terror of Morgoth he knew. The city was discovered, And Morgoth sent his legions, Orc warriors with the fire-drakes, Led by the Balrog demons. They appeared before the gates and quickly the gates fell, The way was now clear, through the Elven halls, The orcs of such hatred poured into the breach, With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast. The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath, And the kindred of the tree, bravely they fought, The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs, The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough. The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons, and made for the folk of the hammer. They fled in terror rather than of craft, Down in the plain they all gathered. But a fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died. Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer, Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own. Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart, Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion. The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart. The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose. The most beautiful city built on Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong. In the land were Turgon reigned, But now it lay akin to ruins, As the fire devoured its insides, The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee and hide. But Turgon was a noble king "That will I not do!", He stayed to die with the city, The only one he knew. |
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5. | Cúchulainn | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, He is of the otherworld, His father is God Lugh Lamheada, His mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast, For the Ard Ri Conchobhar, His mighty Hound had been unleashed, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates, He did not know of Culann’s Hound, The Hound attacked and met its fate, It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was nagered when he learned, His favorite Hound was no more, But Setanta swore he’d stay at night, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on that day, Which Cathbad declared auspicious, He who took up arms on that day, Would become famous but short lived. His body begins to twist and turn, His flesh revolves within his skin, His features turn red one by one, And the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha, And threatened to destroy the town, The naked women were then brought forth, He then began to calm down, He fell in love with Emer, Her father was appalled, "No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called". He went to train with Domhnall, And learned from him all that he could, You must go and train with Scathach, He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father he quickly refused, Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead, Emer’s father killed himself The two lovers then were wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster, During the mighty war and tain. When Medb of Connaught invaded, He stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero With Caladin his Sword, He killed his best friend Frediad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 His is the Son of a God Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, A javelin was thrown at him, It sliced his stomach like a knife, and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, Where he took a final drink. A raven who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh, and tied himself against a stone, He faced his enemies standing up, But he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared, Until a crow perched on his arm, An otter began to drink his blood, "Cuchulainn is dead", is what they said. |
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6. | Táin Bó Cuailgne | 08:45 | Show lyrics |
I see a battle, a blonde man, with much blood about his belt, and a hero-halo ’round his head, whole hosts he will destroy. His jaws are settled in a snarl, he wears a looped, red tunic, in thousands you will yield your heads, his form dragonish in the fray. A giant on the plain I see, doing battle with the host, holding in each of his two hands four gore ladened battle-axes. I see him hurling against that host, Two Gae-bolga and a spear, he towers on the battle field, in breastplate and red cloak. Across the bladed chariot wheel, the warped warrior deals death, that fair from I first beheld, melted to a mis-shape. I see him moving into the fray, take warning, watch him well, Cuchulainn, Suailtim’s son! making dense massacre. The blood starts from warriors wounds, total ruin, at his touch, torn corpses, women wailing, because of him, the Forge Hound |
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7. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
He holds a twisted torc in his hand, the forests are his ruling land. "Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again, come at my call and show thyself to men, sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". the Horned God is our nature deity, yet modern man would from his presence flee. "Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night, men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light, open the door, the door that hath no key, the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee". Sheperd of goats, o answer unto me! The summerlands is where we shall meet thee. To invoke thee... The Horned God. |
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8. | Brian Boru | 04:40 | instrumental |
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9. | To Moytura We Return | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day of the De Danann rule, Breas ruled the pagan lands. He led his people as a fool, under the shadow of Balor’s hand. The Tuatha De lived a life of pain, in body and spirit their weakness grew, as though their battle was in vain, this can’t go on the people knew. Dagda, All father, once God and provider, fell into disgrace with the king. The food he recieved would not feed a spider. The best pieces, Cridinbel would win. Aengus was shoked by the state of his father, "Crindinbel must die", he did say. He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter, Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day. Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream, his hand was forged by the gods, water was brought from the healing stream, "You will be king?". -he nods. Breas journied to the Fomor lands. And met his Fomorian father. They held each other in their hands, their kinship would stay hereafter. The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada, the greatest hero of the Tuatha De, The Fomor arrived for their early tax, these savages Il-Dana did slay. Balor declared war and sent his tribes, Nuada prepared as did the scribes Samhain approached and tensions were high, Dagda went to the Fomor spy. Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion the Il-Dana won this first battle occasion. Back to Moytura the De Danann returned, they set up camp and the pagan fires burned, the first day of battle was a mighty event, druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent. A great clash of shields, cries of was frenzy, blood fell on fields, each warrior the enemy. Nuada killed Indech, the king of the Fomor, the worm god was unleashed with a taste for war. Nuada raised his sword of light, against the mighty Cromcruach, Balor caught uhim in his sight, Nuada died a hero’s death. But Balor to the ground was cast, Il-Dana was the new high king, De Danann heroes won at last, never again to laugh and sing. |
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10. | Return | 06:33 | |
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11. | Erinsong | 04:54 | Show lyrics |
I am the wind that blows over the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am a vulture on the rock I am a ray of the sun I am the fairest of plants I am a wild boar in valour Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Created by magic, cast from the Gods and the Sidhe I am a salmon in the water I am a lake in the plain I am the craft of the artificer I am a word of science I am the god that creates In the head of man the fire of thought I am the spear-point cast in battle I am the druid, I am the God Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Who shows the place where the sun goes to rest if not I? |
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12. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] |
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Tuatha na Gael
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Keith O Fathaigh | Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Vocals, Lyrics |
Leon Bias | Guitars (acoustic), Bouzouki, Mandolin |
John Clohessy | Bass |
Collete Ui Fathaigh | Keyboards |
John O Fathaigh | Irish flute, Whistles, Recorder |
Jay O’Niell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Niamh Hanlon | Uilleann pipes |
Paul Kerns | Vocals (backing) (tracks 2, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul Thomas | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Opyros (R.I.P. 2019) | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | The First Battle of Moytura | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
They came here when the sun was high. The sea was calm to meet them. From out of the wind above the hills. Come a fleet of godly men. Borne on strong winds from the otherworld. Shrouded by magical mists The Tuatha de Danann came in their Great magical mystical ships. Nuada, king of Tuatha De, Turned his eager sharp eyes Towards the land of his ancestral home, The valleys, the sea and the skies. He was a giant among mortal men, A hero among the immortals Who led his people {warriors strong} Back to the land of their fathers. The Fir Bolg, who were in Eireann before the Tuatha de Danann. Sent streng their mighty champian to parley with the future king. Breas was sent by Nuada to find out his intent, "I greet you as a brother", said Streng "By Eochai I’ve been sent". The terms of battle were laid, half of Eireann Breas asked, The Fir Bolg said this can’t be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed. Both sides made plans, they prepared their wells of healing, Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and their kings. The sun shone down on helmets, shields and swords, Midsummers day, the two armies walked in haodes Towards Magh Nai, the Fir Bolg followed their chietains, And swept towards the Tuatha De like waves crash on the beaches. The clash of sword and shield, the splintering of bone, The Fir Bolg would not yield, though they heard their people’s moans. The naked hillmen warriors, were forced back through the fight, Followed by his bodyguard, the Dagda took their lives But the ground was piled high with the dead of the Tuatha De All surviving warriors fled to live and fight another day. "We have been defeated but tomorrows another day" "Summon your courage. Prepare yourselves, Tomorrow the Fir Bolg we slay" Four more days of battle came and many fine warriors fell, Mothers lost their fighting sons, the wounded healed in wells. Nuada lost his strong right arm, now he will lose his throne, The sons of Nuada killed Eochai, but they too were overthrown. Streng led the Fir Bolg to the fort and met with the injured, Nuada, both men declared a truce and Eireann was fairly divided. |
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3. | Maeve’s March | 03:32 | instrumental |
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4. | Fall of Gondolin | 08:04 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed, The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong, In the land were Turgon reigned, Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea, To tell the people of Gondolin, Prepare to fight or flee. But Turgon he was stubborn, "That will I not do!". He had grown to love his city, And the terror of Morgoth he knew. The city was discovered, And Morgoth sent his legions, Orc warriors with the fire-drakes, Led by the Balrog demons. They appeared before the gates and quickly the gates fell, The way was now clear, through the Elven halls, The orcs of such hatred poured into the breach, With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast. The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath, And the kindred of the tree, bravely they fought, The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs, The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough. The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons, and made for the folk of the hammer. They fled in terror rather than of craft, Down in the plain they all gathered. But a fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died. Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer, Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own. Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart, Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion. The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart. The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose. The most beautiful city built on Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong. In the land were Turgon reigned, But now it lay akin to ruins, As the fire devoured its insides, The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee and hide. But Turgon was a noble king "That will I not do!", He stayed to die with the city, The only one he knew. |
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5. | Cúchulainn | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, He is of the otherworld, His father is God Lugh Lamheada, His mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast, For the Ard Ri Conchobhar, His mighty Hound had been unleashed, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates, He did not know of Culann’s Hound, The Hound attacked and met its fate, It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was nagered when he learned, His favorite Hound was no more, But Setanta swore he’d stay at night, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on that day, Which Cathbad declared auspicious, He who took up arms on that day, Would become famous but short lived. His body begins to twist and turn, His flesh revolves within his skin, His features turn red one by one, And the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha, And threatened to destroy the town, The naked women were then brought forth, He then began to calm down, He fell in love with Emer, Her father was appalled, "No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called". He went to train with Domhnall, And learned from him all that he could, You must go and train with Scathach, He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father he quickly refused, Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead, Emer’s father killed himself The two lovers then were wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster, During the mighty war and tain. When Medb of Connaught invaded, He stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero With Caladin his Sword, He killed his best friend Frediad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 His is the Son of a God Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, A javelin was thrown at him, It sliced his stomach like a knife, and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, Where he took a final drink. A raven who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh, and tied himself against a stone, He faced his enemies standing up, But he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared, Until a crow perched on his arm, An otter began to drink his blood, "Cuchulainn is dead", is what they said. |
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6. | Táin Bó Cuailgne | 08:45 | Show lyrics |
I see a battle, a blonde man, with much blood about his belt, and a hero-halo ’round his head, whole hosts he will destroy. His jaws are settled in a snarl, he wears a looped, red tunic, in thousands you will yield your heads, his form dragonish in the fray. A giant on the plain I see, doing battle with the host, holding in each of his two hands four gore ladened battle-axes. I see him hurling against that host, Two Gae-bolga and a spear, he towers on the battle field, in breastplate and red cloak. Across the bladed chariot wheel, the warped warrior deals death, that fair from I first beheld, melted to a mis-shape. I see him moving into the fray, take warning, watch him well, Cuchulainn, Suailtim’s son! making dense massacre. The blood starts from warriors wounds, total ruin, at his touch, torn corpses, women wailing, because of him, the Forge Hound |
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7. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
He holds a twisted torc in his hand, the forests are his ruling land. "Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again, come at my call and show thyself to men, sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". the Horned God is our nature deity, yet modern man would from his presence flee. "Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night, men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light, open the door, the door that hath no key, the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee". Sheperd of goats, o answer unto me! The summerlands is where we shall meet thee. To invoke thee... The Horned God. |
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8. | Brian Boru | 04:40 | instrumental |
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9. | To Moytura We Return | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day of the De Danann rule, Breas ruled the pagan lands. He led his people as a fool, under the shadow of Balor’s hand. The Tuatha De lived a life of pain, in body and spirit their weakness grew, as though their battle was in vain, this can’t go on the people knew. Dagda, All father, once God and provider, fell into disgrace with the king. The food he recieved would not feed a spider. The best pieces, Cridinbel would win. Aengus was shoked by the state of his father, "Crindinbel must die", he did say. He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter, Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day. Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream, his hand was forged by the gods, water was brought from the healing stream, "You will be king?". -he nods. Breas journied to the Fomor lands. And met his Fomorian father. They held each other in their hands, their kinship would stay hereafter. The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada, the greatest hero of the Tuatha De, The Fomor arrived for their early tax, these savages Il-Dana did slay. Balor declared war and sent his tribes, Nuada prepared as did the scribes Samhain approached and tensions were high, Dagda went to the Fomor spy. Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion the Il-Dana won this first battle occasion. Back to Moytura the De Danann returned, they set up camp and the pagan fires burned, the first day of battle was a mighty event, druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent. A great clash of shields, cries of was frenzy, blood fell on fields, each warrior the enemy. Nuada killed Indech, the king of the Fomor, the worm god was unleashed with a taste for war. Nuada raised his sword of light, against the mighty Cromcruach, Balor caught uhim in his sight, Nuada died a hero’s death. But Balor to the ground was cast, Il-Dana was the new high king, De Danann heroes won at last, never again to laugh and sing. |
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56:51 |
Tuatha na Gael
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Band members | |
Keith O Fathaigh | Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Vocals, Lyrics |
Leon Bias | Guitars (acoustic), Bouzouki, Mandolin |
John Clohessy | Bass |
Collete Ui Fathaigh | Keyboards |
John O Fathaigh | Irish flute, Whistles, Recorder |
Jay O’Niell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Niamh Hanlon | Uilleann pipes |
Paul Kerns | Vocals (backing) (tracks 2, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul Thomas | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Opyros (R.I.P. 2019) | Producer |
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | The First Battle of Moytura | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
They came here when the sun was high. The sea was calm to meet them. From out of the wind above the hills. Come a fleet of godly men. Borne on strong winds from the otherworld. Shrouded by magical mists The Tuatha de Danann came in their Great magical mystical ships. Nuada, king of Tuatha De, Turned his eager sharp eyes Towards the land of his ancestral home, The valleys, the sea and the skies. He was a giant among mortal men, A hero among the immortals Who led his people {warriors strong} Back to the land of their fathers. The Fir Bolg, who were in Eireann before the Tuatha de Danann. Sent streng their mighty champian to parley with the future king. Breas was sent by Nuada to find out his intent, "I greet you as a brother", said Streng "By Eochai I’ve been sent". The terms of battle were laid, half of Eireann Breas asked, The Fir Bolg said this can’t be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed. Both sides made plans, they prepared their wells of healing, Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and their kings. The sun shone down on helmets, shields and swords, Midsummers day, the two armies walked in haodes Towards Magh Nai, the Fir Bolg followed their chietains, And swept towards the Tuatha De like waves crash on the beaches. The clash of sword and shield, the splintering of bone, The Fir Bolg would not yield, though they heard their people’s moans. The naked hillmen warriors, were forced back through the fight, Followed by his bodyguard, the Dagda took their lives But the ground was piled high with the dead of the Tuatha De All surviving warriors fled to live and fight another day. "We have been defeated but tomorrows another day" "Summon your courage. Prepare yourselves, Tomorrow the Fir Bolg we slay" Four more days of battle came and many fine warriors fell, Mothers lost their fighting sons, the wounded healed in wells. Nuada lost his strong right arm, now he will lose his throne, The sons of Nuada killed Eochai, but they too were overthrown. Streng led the Fir Bolg to the fort and met with the injured, Nuada, both men declared a truce and Eireann was fairly divided. |
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3. | Maeve’s March | 03:32 | instrumental |
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4. | Fall of Gondolin | 08:04 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed, The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong, In the land were Turgon reigned, Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea, To tell the people of Gondolin, Prepare to fight or flee. But Turgon he was stubborn, "That will I not do!". He had grown to love his city, And the terror of Morgoth he knew. The city was discovered, And Morgoth sent his legions, Orc warriors with the fire-drakes, Led by the Balrog demons. They appeared before the gates and quickly the gates fell, The way was now clear, through the Elven halls, The orcs of such hatred poured into the breach, With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast. The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath, And the kindred of the tree, bravely they fought, The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs, The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough. The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons, and made for the folk of the hammer. They fled in terror rather than of craft, Down in the plain they all gathered. But a fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died. Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer, Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own. Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart, Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion. The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart. The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose. The most beautiful city built on Middle-Earth, Its splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong. In the land were Turgon reigned, But now it lay akin to ruins, As the fire devoured its insides, The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee and hide. But Turgon was a noble king "That will I not do!", He stayed to die with the city, The only one he knew. |
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5. | Cúchulainn | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, He is of the otherworld, His father is God Lugh Lamheada, His mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast, For the Ard Ri Conchobhar, His mighty Hound had been unleashed, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates, He did not know of Culann’s Hound, The Hound attacked and met its fate, It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was nagered when he learned, His favorite Hound was no more, But Setanta swore he’d stay at night, To guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on that day, Which Cathbad declared auspicious, He who took up arms on that day, Would become famous but short lived. His body begins to twist and turn, His flesh revolves within his skin, His features turn red one by one, And the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha, And threatened to destroy the town, The naked women were then brought forth, He then began to calm down, He fell in love with Emer, Her father was appalled, "No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called". He went to train with Domhnall, And learned from him all that he could, You must go and train with Scathach, He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father he quickly refused, Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead, Emer’s father killed himself The two lovers then were wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster, During the mighty war and tain. When Medb of Connaught invaded, He stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero With Caladin his Sword, He killed his best friend Frediad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 His is the Son of a God Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, A javelin was thrown at him, It sliced his stomach like a knife, and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, Where he took a final drink. A raven who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh, and tied himself against a stone, He faced his enemies standing up, But he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared, Until a crow perched on his arm, An otter began to drink his blood, "Cuchulainn is dead", is what they said. |
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6. | Táin Bó Cuailgne | 08:45 | Show lyrics |
I see a battle, a blonde man, with much blood about his belt, and a hero-halo ’round his head, whole hosts he will destroy. His jaws are settled in a snarl, he wears a looped, red tunic, in thousands you will yield your heads, his form dragonish in the fray. A giant on the plain I see, doing battle with the host, holding in each of his two hands four gore ladened battle-axes. I see him hurling against that host, Two Gae-bolga and a spear, he towers on the battle field, in breastplate and red cloak. Across the bladed chariot wheel, the warped warrior deals death, that fair from I first beheld, melted to a mis-shape. I see him moving into the fray, take warning, watch him well, Cuchulainn, Suailtim’s son! making dense massacre. The blood starts from warriors wounds, total ruin, at his touch, torn corpses, women wailing, because of him, the Forge Hound |
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7. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
He holds a twisted torc in his hand, the forests are his ruling land. "Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again, come at my call and show thyself to men, sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". the Horned God is our nature deity, yet modern man would from his presence flee. "Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night, men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light, open the door, the door that hath no key, the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee". Sheperd of goats, o answer unto me! The summerlands is where we shall meet thee. To invoke thee... The Horned God. |
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8. | Brian Boru | 04:40 | instrumental |
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9. | To Moytura We Return | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day of the De Danann rule, Breas ruled the pagan lands. He led his people as a fool, under the shadow of Balor’s hand. The Tuatha De lived a life of pain, in body and spirit their weakness grew, as though their battle was in vain, this can’t go on the people knew. Dagda, All father, once God and provider, fell into disgrace with the king. The food he recieved would not feed a spider. The best pieces, Cridinbel would win. Aengus was shoked by the state of his father, "Crindinbel must die", he did say. He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter, Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day. Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream, his hand was forged by the gods, water was brought from the healing stream, "You will be king?". -he nods. Breas journied to the Fomor lands. And met his Fomorian father. They held each other in their hands, their kinship would stay hereafter. The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada, the greatest hero of the Tuatha De, The Fomor arrived for their early tax, these savages Il-Dana did slay. Balor declared war and sent his tribes, Nuada prepared as did the scribes Samhain approached and tensions were high, Dagda went to the Fomor spy. Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion the Il-Dana won this first battle occasion. Back to Moytura the De Danann returned, they set up camp and the pagan fires burned, the first day of battle was a mighty event, druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent. A great clash of shields, cries of was frenzy, blood fell on fields, each warrior the enemy. Nuada killed Indech, the king of the Fomor, the worm god was unleashed with a taste for war. Nuada raised his sword of light, against the mighty Cromcruach, Balor caught uhim in his sight, Nuada died a hero’s death. But Balor to the ground was cast, Il-Dana was the new high king, De Danann heroes won at last, never again to laugh and sing. |
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56:51 |
The Middle Kingdom
Members | |
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Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Bones, Lyrics, Songwriting |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder, Uilleann pipes, Songwriting |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John Munnelly | Vocals (track 5) |
Andy Kelligan | Highland bagpipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | A Celtic Mourning | 04:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Celtica (Voice of the Morrigan) | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
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 tree Is a broken shattered man, Killed by the sword in my warrior’s hand. But in his heart He 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 passed And 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 more And the world may not exist, The cause will be greed and an iron fist The spirits will rejoice, Mankind will not be missed. It’s up to you It 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. |
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3. | The Fianna | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
When evening in Éireann was grey Before the dawn they went away Their footsteps on hills were heard On journey long without a word. From wilderland to western shore Through dragon lair and hidden door From northern waste to southern hill On darkling woods they walked at will. With Fionn and Óisín, dwarfe and man Bird and bough and beast in den With warrior-druid folkIn Secret tongues they spoke. A deadly sword, a healing hand Trumpet voice, a burning brand Their backs that bent ’neath their load Those warriors on the road |
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4. | A Druid’s Passing | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the light of the moon, See the druid kneel in prayer, Praying because his life will end soon. For fifty years he has walked this earth, For fifty years he has known no shame, Now he knows it’s time to return, Back to the earth from whence he came. See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the break of day, See the druid lying in silence, See the druid who died today. |
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5. | Is Fuair an Chroí | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Medb; You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, I was nadve and I was wrong, To you, I do not belong! Ailill; Say what you want to say, You always try to have your way, I try to say that things in life are different. If this is how you feel in your heart, Then I don’t want to be a part, In anything you say -I won’t listen. Your love redeems my pain, But I don’t want to feel the shame, You’ve tried to pierce my heart, And you’ve succeeded. We know now it could never be, What we once had was ecstacy, I can’t pretend my soul is not bleeding. |
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6. | Cattle Raid of Cooley (Táin Bó Cuailgne) | 04:46 | instrumental |
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7. | The Middle Kingdom | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
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 De 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. |
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8. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] 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 |
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9. | Unstabled (Steeds of Macha) | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Roaming, wandering, Left in fields just sauntering. Sold off, slept rough, Kept unstabled and tough. Riding steeds that know not their fate. Forever forward, Bought and sold for pennies. Roaming, wandering unstabled. Unspoiled in their fantasies, But paled in society, When they take the beast, The fight unsung will never cease. Polluted grasslands, The plains they roamed are now gone, Still roaming and wandering, Another dead horse is falling. |
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10. | The Butterfly | 03:46 | instrumental |
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44:38 |
The Middle Kingdom
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Bones, Lyrics, Songwriting |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder, Uilleann pipes, Songwriting |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John Munnelly | Vocals (track 5) |
Andy Kelligan | Highland bagpipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | A Celtic Mourning | 04:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Celtica (Voice of the Morrigan) | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
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 tree Is a broken shattered man, Killed by the sword in my warrior’s hand. But in his heart He 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 passed And 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 more And the world may not exist, The cause will be greed and an iron fist The spirits will rejoice, Mankind will not be missed. It’s up to you It 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. |
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3. | The Fianna | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
When evening in Éireann was grey Before the dawn they went away Their footsteps on hills were heard On journey long without a word. From wilderland to western shore Through dragon lair and hidden door From northern waste to southern hill On darkling woods they walked at will. With Fionn and Óisín, dwarfe and man Bird and bough and beast in den With warrior-druid folkIn Secret tongues they spoke. A deadly sword, a healing hand Trumpet voice, a burning brand Their backs that bent ’neath their load Those warriors on the road |
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4. | A Druid’s Passing | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the light of the moon, See the druid kneel in prayer, Praying because his life will end soon. For fifty years he has walked this earth, For fifty years he has known no shame, Now he knows it’s time to return, Back to the earth from whence he came. See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the break of day, See the druid lying in silence, See the druid who died today. |
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5. | Is Fuair an Chroí | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Medb; You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, I was nadve and I was wrong, To you, I do not belong! Ailill; Say what you want to say, You always try to have your way, I try to say that things in life are different. If this is how you feel in your heart, Then I don’t want to be a part, In anything you say -I won’t listen. Your love redeems my pain, But I don’t want to feel the shame, You’ve tried to pierce my heart, And you’ve succeeded. We know now it could never be, What we once had was ecstacy, I can’t pretend my soul is not bleeding. |
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6. | Cattle Raid of Cooley (Táin Bó Cuailgne) | 04:46 | instrumental |
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7. | The Middle Kingdom | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
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 De 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. |
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8. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] 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 |
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9. | Unstabled (Steeds of Macha) | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Roaming, wandering, Left in fields just sauntering. Sold off, slept rough, Kept unstabled and tough. Riding steeds that know not their fate. Forever forward, Bought and sold for pennies. Roaming, wandering unstabled. Unspoiled in their fantasies, But paled in society, When they take the beast, The fight unsung will never cease. Polluted grasslands, The plains they roamed are now gone, Still roaming and wandering, Another dead horse is falling. |
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10. | The Butterfly | 03:46 | instrumental |
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11. | To Hell or to Connaught | 03:52 | |
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48:30 |
The Middle Kingdom
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Bones, Lyrics, Songwriting |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder, Uilleann pipes, Songwriting |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John Munnelly | Vocals (track 5) |
Andy Kelligan | Highland bagpipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | A Celtic Mourning | 04:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Celtica (Voice of the Morrigan) | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
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 tree Is a broken shattered man, Killed by the sword in my warrior’s hand. But in his heart He 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 passed And 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 more And the world may not exist, The cause will be greed and an iron fist The spirits will rejoice, Mankind will not be missed. It’s up to you It 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. |
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3. | The Fianna | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
When evening in Éireann was grey Before the dawn they went away Their footsteps on hills were heard On journey long without a word. From wilderland to western shore Through dragon lair and hidden door From northern waste to southern hill On darkling woods they walked at will. With Fionn and Óisín, dwarfe and man Bird and bough and beast in den With warrior-druid folkIn Secret tongues they spoke. A deadly sword, a healing hand Trumpet voice, a burning brand Their backs that bent ’neath their load Those warriors on the road |
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4. | A Druid’s Passing | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the light of the moon, See the druid kneel in prayer, Praying because his life will end soon. For fifty years he has walked this earth, For fifty years he has known no shame, Now he knows it’s time to return, Back to the earth from whence he came. See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the break of day, See the druid lying in silence, See the druid who died today. |
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5. | Is Fuair an Chroí | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Medb; You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, I was nadve and I was wrong, To you, I do not belong! Ailill; Say what you want to say, You always try to have your way, I try to say that things in life are different. If this is how you feel in your heart, Then I don’t want to be a part, In anything you say -I won’t listen. Your love redeems my pain, But I don’t want to feel the shame, You’ve tried to pierce my heart, And you’ve succeeded. We know now it could never be, What we once had was ecstacy, I can’t pretend my soul is not bleeding. |
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Side B | |||
6. | Cattle Raid of Cooley (Táin Bó Cuailgne) | 04:46 | instrumental |
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7. | The Middle Kingdom | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
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 De 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. |
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8. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] 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 |
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9. | Unstabled (Steeds of Macha) | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Roaming, wandering, Left in fields just sauntering. Sold off, slept rough, Kept unstabled and tough. Riding steeds that know not their fate. Forever forward, Bought and sold for pennies. Roaming, wandering unstabled. Unspoiled in their fantasies, But paled in society, When they take the beast, The fight unsung will never cease. Polluted grasslands, The plains they roamed are now gone, Still roaming and wandering, Another dead horse is falling. |
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10. | The Butterfly | 03:46 | instrumental |
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11. | To Hell Or To Connaught | 03:46 | |
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48:24 |
The Middle Kingdom
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Bones, Lyrics, Songwriting |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder, Uilleann pipes, Songwriting |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John Munnelly | Vocals (track 5) |
Andy Kelligan | Highland bagpipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | A Celtic Mourning | 04:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Celtica (Voice of the Morrigan) | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
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 tree Is a broken shattered man, Killed by the sword in my warrior’s hand. But in his heart He 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 passed And 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 more And the world may not exist, The cause will be greed and an iron fist The spirits will rejoice, Mankind will not be missed. It’s up to you It 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. |
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3. | The Fianna | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
When evening in Éireann was grey Before the dawn they went away Their footsteps on hills were heard On journey long without a word. From wilderland to western shore Through dragon lair and hidden door From northern waste to southern hill On darkling woods they walked at will. With Fionn and Óisín, dwarfe and man Bird and bough and beast in den With warrior-druid folkIn Secret tongues they spoke. A deadly sword, a healing hand Trumpet voice, a burning brand Their backs that bent ’neath their load Those warriors on the road |
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4. | A Druids Passing | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
See the stone circle in the hilltop Shining in the light of the moon See the druid kneel in prayer Praying because his life will end soon For fifty years he has walked this earth For fifty years he has known no shame Now he knows it’s time to return Back to the earth from whence he came See the stone circle on the hilltop Shining in the break of the day See the druid lying in silence See the druid who died today |
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5. | Is Fuair an Chroí | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Medb; You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, I was nadve and I was wrong, To you, I do not belong! Ailill; Say what you want to say, You always try to have your way, I try to say that things in life are different. If this is how you feel in your heart, Then I don’t want to be a part, In anything you say -I won’t listen. Your love redeems my pain, But I don’t want to feel the shame, You’ve tried to pierce my heart, And you’ve succeeded. We know now it could never be, What we once had was ecstacy, I can’t pretend my soul is not bleeding. |
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Side B | |||
6. | Cattle Raid Cooley (Táin Bó Cuailgne) | 04:46 | |
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7. | The Middle Kingdom | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
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 De 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. |
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8. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] 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 |
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9. | Unstabled (Steeds of Macha) | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Roaming, wandering, Left in fields just sauntering. Sold off, slept rough, Kept unstabled and tough. Riding steeds that know not their fate. Forever forward, Bought and sold for pennies. Roaming, wandering unstabled. Unspoiled in their fantasies, But paled in society, When they take the beast, The fight unsung will never cease. Polluted grasslands, The plains they roamed are now gone, Still roaming and wandering, Another dead horse is falling. |
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10. | The Butterfly | 03:46 | instrumental |
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44:38 |
The Middle Kingdom
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Bones, Lyrics, Songwriting |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder, Uilleann pipes, Songwriting |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John Munnelly | Vocals (track 5) |
Andy Kelligan | Highland bagpipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | A Celtic Mourning | 04:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Celtica (Voice of the Morrigan) | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
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 tree Is a broken shattered man, Killed by the sword in my warrior’s hand. But in his heart He 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 passed And 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 more And the world may not exist, The cause will be greed and an iron fist The spirits will rejoice, Mankind will not be missed. It’s up to you It 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. |
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3. | The Fianna | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
When evening in Éireann was grey Before the dawn they went away Their footsteps on hills were heard On journey long without a word. From wilderland to western shore Through dragon lair and hidden door From northern waste to southern hill On darkling woods they walked at will. With Fionn and Óisín, dwarfe and man Bird and bough and beast in den With warrior-druid folkIn Secret tongues they spoke. A deadly sword, a healing hand Trumpet voice, a burning brand Their backs that bent ’neath their load Those warriors on the road |
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4. | A Druid’s Passing | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the light of the moon, See the druid kneel in prayer, Praying because his life will end soon. For fifty years he has walked this earth, For fifty years he has known no shame, Now he knows it’s time to return, Back to the earth from whence he came. See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the break of day, See the druid lying in silence, See the druid who died today. |
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5. | Is Fuair an Chroí | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Medb; You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, I was nadve and I was wrong, To you, I do not belong! Ailill; Say what you want to say, You always try to have your way, I try to say that things in life are different. If this is how you feel in your heart, Then I don’t want to be a part, In anything you say -I won’t listen. Your love redeems my pain, But I don’t want to feel the shame, You’ve tried to pierce my heart, And you’ve succeeded. We know now it could never be, What we once had was ecstacy, I can’t pretend my soul is not bleeding. |
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6. | Cattle Raid of Cooley (Táin Bó Cuailgne) | 04:46 | instrumental |
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7. | The Middle Kingdom | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
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 De 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. |
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8. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] 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 |
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9. | Unstabled (Steeds of Macha) | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Roaming, wandering, Left in fields just sauntering. Sold off, slept rough, Kept unstabled and tough. Riding steeds that know not their fate. Forever forward, Bought and sold for pennies. Roaming, wandering unstabled. Unspoiled in their fantasies, But paled in society, When they take the beast, The fight unsung will never cease. Polluted grasslands, The plains they roamed are now gone, Still roaming and wandering, Another dead horse is falling. |
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10. | The Butterfly | 03:46 | instrumental |
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44:38 |
The Middle Kingdom
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Bones, Lyrics, Songwriting |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder, Uilleann pipes, Songwriting |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John Munnelly | Vocals (track 5) |
Andy Kelligan | Highland bagpipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | A Celtic Mourning | 04:01 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Celtica (Voice of the Morrigan) | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
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 tree Is a broken shattered man, Killed by the sword in my warrior’s hand. But in his heart He 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 passed And 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 more And the world may not exist, The cause will be greed and an iron fist The spirits will rejoice, Mankind will not be missed. It’s up to you It 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. |
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3. | The Fianna | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
When evening in Éireann was grey Before the dawn they went away Their footsteps on hills were heard On journey long without a word. From wilderland to western shore Through dragon lair and hidden door From northern waste to southern hill On darkling woods they walked at will. With Fionn and Óisín, dwarfe and man Bird and bough and beast in den With warrior-druid folkIn Secret tongues they spoke. A deadly sword, a healing hand Trumpet voice, a burning brand Their backs that bent ’neath their load Those warriors on the road |
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4. | A Druid’s Passing | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the light of the moon, See the druid kneel in prayer, Praying because his life will end soon. For fifty years he has walked this earth, For fifty years he has known no shame, Now he knows it’s time to return, Back to the earth from whence he came. See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the break of day, See the druid lying in silence, See the druid who died today. |
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5. | Is Fuair an Chroí | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Medb; You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, I was nadve and I was wrong, To you, I do not belong! Ailill; Say what you want to say, You always try to have your way, I try to say that things in life are different. If this is how you feel in your heart, Then I don’t want to be a part, In anything you say -I won’t listen. Your love redeems my pain, But I don’t want to feel the shame, You’ve tried to pierce my heart, And you’ve succeeded. We know now it could never be, What we once had was ecstacy, I can’t pretend my soul is not bleeding. |
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6. | Cattle Raid of Cooley (Táin Bó Cuailgne) | 04:46 | instrumental |
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7. | The Middle Kingdom | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
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 De 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. |
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8. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] 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 |
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9. | Unstabled (Steeds of Macha) | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Roaming, wandering, Left in fields just sauntering. Sold off, slept rough, Kept unstabled and tough. Riding steeds that know not their fate. Forever forward, Bought and sold for pennies. Roaming, wandering unstabled. Unspoiled in their fantasies, But paled in society, When they take the beast, The fight unsung will never cease. Polluted grasslands, The plains they roamed are now gone, Still roaming and wandering, Another dead horse is falling. |
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10. | The Butterfly | 03:46 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
44:38 |
The Middle Kingdom
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Bones, Lyrics, Songwriting |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder, Uilleann pipes, Songwriting |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John Munnelly | Vocals (track 5) |
Andy Kelligan | Highland bagpipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | A Celtic Mourning | 04:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Celtica (Voice of the Morrigan) | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
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 tree Is a broken shattered man, Killed by the sword in my warrior’s hand. But in his heart He 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 passed And 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 more And the world may not exist, The cause will be greed and an iron fist The spirits will rejoice, Mankind will not be missed. It’s up to you It 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. |
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3. | The Fianna | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
When evening in Éireann was grey Before the dawn they went away Their footsteps on hills were heard On journey long without a word. From wilderland to western shore Through dragon lair and hidden door From northern waste to southern hill On darkling woods they walked at will. With Fionn and Óisín, dwarfe and man Bird and bough and beast in den With warrior-druid folkIn Secret tongues they spoke. A deadly sword, a healing hand Trumpet voice, a burning brand Their backs that bent ’neath their load Those warriors on the road |
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4. | A Druid’s Passing | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the light of the moon, See the druid kneel in prayer, Praying because his life will end soon. For fifty years he has walked this earth, For fifty years he has known no shame, Now he knows it’s time to return, Back to the earth from whence he came. See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the break of day, See the druid lying in silence, See the druid who died today. |
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5. | Is Fuair an Chroí | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Medb; You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, I was nadve and I was wrong, To you, I do not belong! Ailill; Say what you want to say, You always try to have your way, I try to say that things in life are different. If this is how you feel in your heart, Then I don’t want to be a part, In anything you say -I won’t listen. Your love redeems my pain, But I don’t want to feel the shame, You’ve tried to pierce my heart, And you’ve succeeded. We know now it could never be, What we once had was ecstacy, I can’t pretend my soul is not bleeding. |
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Side B | |||
6. | Cattle Raid of Cooley (Táin Bó Cuailgne) | 04:46 | instrumental |
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7. | The Middle Kingdom | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
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 De 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. |
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8. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] 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 |
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9. | Unstabled (Steeds of Macha) | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Roaming, wandering, Left in fields just sauntering. Sold off, slept rough, Kept unstabled and tough. Riding steeds that know not their fate. Forever forward, Bought and sold for pennies. Roaming, wandering unstabled. Unspoiled in their fantasies, But paled in society, When they take the beast, The fight unsung will never cease. Polluted grasslands, The plains they roamed are now gone, Still roaming and wandering, Another dead horse is falling. |
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10. | The Butterfly | 03:46 | instrumental |
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44:38 |
The Middle Kingdom
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Bones, Lyrics, Songwriting |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder, Uilleann pipes, Songwriting |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John Munnelly | Vocals (track 5) |
Andy Kelligan | Highland bagpipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | A Celtic Mourning | 04:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Celtica (Voice of the Morrigan) | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
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 tree Is a broken shattered man, Killed by the sword in my warrior’s hand. But in his heart He 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 passed And 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 more And the world may not exist, The cause will be greed and an iron fist The spirits will rejoice, Mankind will not be missed. It’s up to you It 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. |
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3. | The Fianna | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
When evening in Éireann was grey Before the dawn they went away Their footsteps on hills were heard On journey long without a word. From wilderland to western shore Through dragon lair and hidden door From northern waste to southern hill On darkling woods they walked at will. With Fionn and Óisín, dwarfe and man Bird and bough and beast in den With warrior-druid folkIn Secret tongues they spoke. A deadly sword, a healing hand Trumpet voice, a burning brand Their backs that bent ’neath their load Those warriors on the road |
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4. | A Druids Passing | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the light of the moon, See the druid kneel in prayer, Praying because his life will end soon. For fifty years he has walked this earth, For fifty years he has known no shame, Now he knows it’s time to return, Back to the earth from whence he came. See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the break of day, See the druid lying in silence, See the druid who died today. |
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5. | Is Fuair an Chroí | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Medb; You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, I was nadve and I was wrong, To you, I do not belong! Ailill; Say what you want to say, You always try to have your way, I try to say that things in life are different. If this is how you feel in your heart, Then I don’t want to be a part, In anything you say -I won’t listen. Your love redeems my pain, But I don’t want to feel the shame, You’ve tried to pierce my heart, And you’ve succeeded. We know now it could never be, What we once had was ecstacy, I can’t pretend my soul is not bleeding. |
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6. | Cattle Raid of Cooley (Táin Bó Cuailgne) | 04:46 | instrumental |
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7. | The Middle of Kingdom | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
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 De 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. |
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8. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] 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 |
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9. | Unstabled (Steeds of Macha) | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Roaming, wandering, Left in fields just sauntering. Sold off, slept rough, Kept unstabled and tough. Riding steeds that know not their fate. Forever forward, Bought and sold for pennies. Roaming, wandering unstabled. Unspoiled in their fantasies, But paled in society, When they take the beast, The fight unsung will never cease. Polluted grasslands, The plains they roamed are now gone, Still roaming and wandering, Another dead horse is falling. |
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10. | The Butterfly | 03:46 | instrumental |
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44:38 |
The Middle Kingdom
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Bones, Lyrics, Songwriting |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder, Uilleann pipes, Songwriting |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John Munnelly | Vocals (track 5) |
Andy Kelligan | Highland bagpipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | A Celtic Mourning | 04:01 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Celtica (Voice of the Morrigan) | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
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 tree Is a broken shattered man, Killed by the sword in my warrior’s hand. But in his heart He 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 passed And 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 more And the world may not exist, The cause will be greed and an iron fist The spirits will rejoice, Mankind will not be missed. It’s up to you It 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. |
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3. | The Fianna | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
When evening in Éireann was grey Before the dawn they went away Their footsteps on hills were heard On journey long without a word. From wilderland to western shore Through dragon lair and hidden door From northern waste to southern hill On darkling woods they walked at will. With Fionn and Óisín, dwarfe and man Bird and bough and beast in den With warrior-druid folkIn Secret tongues they spoke. A deadly sword, a healing hand Trumpet voice, a burning brand Their backs that bent ’neath their load Those warriors on the road |
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4. | A Druid’s Passing | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the light of the moon, See the druid kneel in prayer, Praying because his life will end soon. For fifty years he has walked this earth, For fifty years he has known no shame, Now he knows it’s time to return, Back to the earth from whence he came. See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the break of day, See the druid lying in silence, See the druid who died today. |
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5. | Is Fuair an Chroí | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Medb; You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, I was nadve and I was wrong, To you, I do not belong! Ailill; Say what you want to say, You always try to have your way, I try to say that things in life are different. If this is how you feel in your heart, Then I don’t want to be a part, In anything you say -I won’t listen. Your love redeems my pain, But I don’t want to feel the shame, You’ve tried to pierce my heart, And you’ve succeeded. We know now it could never be, What we once had was ecstacy, I can’t pretend my soul is not bleeding. |
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6. | Cattle Raid of Cooley (Táin Bó Cuailgne) | 04:46 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | The Middle Kingdom | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
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 De 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. |
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8. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] 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 |
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9. | Unstabled (Steeds of Macha) | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Roaming, wandering, Left in fields just sauntering. Sold off, slept rough, Kept unstabled and tough. Riding steeds that know not their fate. Forever forward, Bought and sold for pennies. Roaming, wandering unstabled. Unspoiled in their fantasies, But paled in society, When they take the beast, The fight unsung will never cease. Polluted grasslands, The plains they roamed are now gone, Still roaming and wandering, Another dead horse is falling. |
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10. | The Butterfly | 03:46 | instrumental |
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11. | To Hell or to Connaught | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
We fled for our lives on a winter’s eve, Cold but unheeded, we left with speed. The roundheads they had come this night, Our gallant people? But blood in sight. If we were to barter for our lives, We would wind up dead. This is the land where I was born and bred, Am I a coward to avoid being dead? These are the words of our forefathers, Long ago, in a time of fear. They say "what giveth returns time thee" Now in this age, we will wait and see. Lyrics continue below Condemn what you will in this war of worlds, Shout if you want amid peaceful slurs. But how do you stop a charging bull, With horns of steel and a desire to cull? |
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48:30 |
The Middle Kingdom
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Bones, Lyrics, Songwriting |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder, Uilleann pipes, Songwriting |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John Munnelly | Vocals (track 5) |
Andy Kelligan | Highland bagpipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Artwork |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | A Celtic Mourning | 04:01 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Celtica (Voice of the Morrigan) | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
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 tree Is a broken shattered man, Killed by the sword in my warrior’s hand. But in his heart He 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 passed And 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 more And the world may not exist, The cause will be greed and an iron fist The spirits will rejoice, Mankind will not be missed. It’s up to you It 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. |
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3. | The Fianna | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
When evening in Éireann was grey Before the dawn they went away Their footsteps on hills were heard On journey long without a word. From wilderland to western shore Through dragon lair and hidden door From northern waste to southern hill On darkling woods they walked at will. With Fionn and Óisín, dwarfe and man Bird and bough and beast in den With warrior-druid folkIn Secret tongues they spoke. A deadly sword, a healing hand Trumpet voice, a burning brand Their backs that bent ’neath their load Those warriors on the road |
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4. | A Druid’s Passing | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the light of the moon, See the druid kneel in prayer, Praying because his life will end soon. For fifty years he has walked this earth, For fifty years he has known no shame, Now he knows it’s time to return, Back to the earth from whence he came. See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the break of day, See the druid lying in silence, See the druid who died today. |
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5. | Is Fuair an Chroí | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Medb; You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, I was nadve and I was wrong, To you, I do not belong! Ailill; Say what you want to say, You always try to have your way, I try to say that things in life are different. If this is how you feel in your heart, Then I don’t want to be a part, In anything you say -I won’t listen. Your love redeems my pain, But I don’t want to feel the shame, You’ve tried to pierce my heart, And you’ve succeeded. We know now it could never be, What we once had was ecstacy, I can’t pretend my soul is not bleeding. |
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6. | Cattle Raid of Cooley (Táin Bó Cuailgne) | 04:46 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | The Middle Kingdom | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
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 De 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. |
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8. | Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
[Chorus] Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile, Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. ’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann, do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. [Chorus] Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh, is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh. [Chorus] 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 |
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9. | Unstabled (Steeds of Macha) | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Roaming, wandering, Left in fields just sauntering. Sold off, slept rough, Kept unstabled and tough. Riding steeds that know not their fate. Forever forward, Bought and sold for pennies. Roaming, wandering unstabled. Unspoiled in their fantasies, But paled in society, When they take the beast, The fight unsung will never cease. Polluted grasslands, The plains they roamed are now gone, Still roaming and wandering, Another dead horse is falling. |
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10. | The Butterfly | 03:46 | instrumental |
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11. | To Hell or to Connaught | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
We fled for our lives on a winter’s eve, Cold but unheeded, we left with speed. The roundheads they had come this night, Our gallant people? But blood in sight. If we were to barter for our lives, We would wind up dead. This is the land where I was born and bred, Am I a coward to avoid being dead? These are the words of our forefathers, Long ago, in a time of fear. They say "what giveth returns time thee" Now in this age, we will wait and see. Lyrics continue below Condemn what you will in this war of worlds, Shout if you want amid peaceful slurs. But how do you stop a charging bull, With horns of steel and a desire to cull? |
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48:30 |
Ride On
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John Clohessy | Bass |
John O’Fathaigh | Flutes, Whistles, Recorder, Pipes |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Banjo, Bodhran, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Spoon |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Shane MacGowan | Vocals |
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1. | Ride On | 04:39 | Show lyrics |
[featuring Shane Mac Gowan on vocals] True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. [CHORUS (Two times)] Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. [CHORUS] |
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2. | Maeve’s March 2001 | 03:09 | instrumental |
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3. | Sauron | 03:04 | Show lyrics |
We fled for our lives on a winter’s eve, Cold but unheeded, we left with speed. The roundheads they had come this night, Our gallant people ? But blood in sight. If we were to barter for our lives, We would wind up dead. This is the land where I was born and bred, Am I a coward to avoid being dead ? These are the words of our forefathers, Long ago, in a time of fear. They say "what giveth returns time thee" Now in this age, we will wait and see. Condemn what you will in this war of worlds, Shout if you want amid peaceful slurs. But how do you stop a charging bull, With horns of steel and a desire to cull ? |
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4. | To Hell or to Connaught | 03:46 | Show lyrics |
From the south a shadow will rise, With blackened soul and an evil eye. He will bring his terror to the land, Those who oppose shall fall by his hand. In the land of Mordor - blackest of all, He sits on his throne in his darkest hall. There he will plot against the North, His orcs and demons will issue forth. Sauron, Sauron, darkest of all, The nine are abroad, you can hear them call. Sauron, Sauron, the war you will win, When you have reclaimed the ruling ring. With Balrog tall and orc so small, This army will make his enemies fall. The hated Northeners are coming soon, He bides his time, he sees their doom. His ring is lost but not for long, He knows the shire, this land of song. The ring is there he sees it clear, Soon to be his to rule in fear. Sauron, Sauron, darkest of all, The nine are abroad, you can hear them call. Sauron, Sauron, the war you will win, When you have reclaimed the ruling ring |
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14:38 |
Ride On
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Band members | |
John Clohessy | Bass |
John O’Fathaigh | Flutes, Whistles, Recorder, Pipes |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Banjo, Bodhran, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Spoon |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Shane MacGowan | Vocals |
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1. | Ride On | 04:39 | Show lyrics |
[featuring Shane Mac Gowan on vocals] True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. [CHORUS (Two times)] Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. [CHORUS] |
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2. | Maeve’s March 2001 | 03:09 | instrumental |
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3. | Sauron | 03:04 | Show lyrics |
We fled for our lives on a winter’s eve, Cold but unheeded, we left with speed. The roundheads they had come this night, Our gallant people ? But blood in sight. If we were to barter for our lives, We would wind up dead. This is the land where I was born and bred, Am I a coward to avoid being dead ? These are the words of our forefathers, Long ago, in a time of fear. They say "what giveth returns time thee" Now in this age, we will wait and see. Condemn what you will in this war of worlds, Shout if you want amid peaceful slurs. But how do you stop a charging bull, With horns of steel and a desire to cull ? |
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4. | To Hell or to Connaught | 03:46 | Show lyrics |
From the south a shadow will rise, With blackened soul and an evil eye. He will bring his terror to the land, Those who oppose shall fall by his hand. In the land of Mordor - blackest of all, He sits on his throne in his darkest hall. There he will plot against the North, His orcs and demons will issue forth. Sauron, Sauron, darkest of all, The nine are abroad, you can hear them call. Sauron, Sauron, the war you will win, When you have reclaimed the ruling ring. With Balrog tall and orc so small, This army will make his enemies fall. The hated Northeners are coming soon, He bides his time, he sees their doom. His ring is lost but not for long, He knows the shire, this land of song. The ring is there he sees it clear, Soon to be his to rule in fear. Sauron, Sauron, darkest of all, The nine are abroad, you can hear them call. Sauron, Sauron, the war you will win, When you have reclaimed the ruling ring |
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14:38 |
Ride On
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
John Clohessy | Bass |
John O’Fathaigh | Flutes, Whistles, Recorder, Pipes |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Banjo, Bodhran, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Spoon |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Shane MacGowan | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Ride On | 04:39 | Show lyrics |
[featuring Shane Mac Gowan on vocals] True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. [CHORUS (Two times)] Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. [CHORUS] |
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2. | Maeve’s March 2001 | 03:09 | instrumental |
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3. | Sauron | 03:04 | Show lyrics |
We fled for our lives on a winter’s eve, Cold but unheeded, we left with speed. The roundheads they had come this night, Our gallant people ? But blood in sight. If we were to barter for our lives, We would wind up dead. This is the land where I was born and bred, Am I a coward to avoid being dead ? These are the words of our forefathers, Long ago, in a time of fear. They say "what giveth returns time thee" Now in this age, we will wait and see. Condemn what you will in this war of worlds, Shout if you want amid peaceful slurs. But how do you stop a charging bull, With horns of steel and a desire to cull ? |
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4. | To Hell or to Connaught | 03:46 | Show lyrics |
From the south a shadow will rise, With blackened soul and an evil eye. He will bring his terror to the land, Those who oppose shall fall by his hand. In the land of Mordor - blackest of all, He sits on his throne in his darkest hall. There he will plot against the North, His orcs and demons will issue forth. Sauron, Sauron, darkest of all, The nine are abroad, you can hear them call. Sauron, Sauron, the war you will win, When you have reclaimed the ruling ring. With Balrog tall and orc so small, This army will make his enemies fall. The hated Northeners are coming soon, He bides his time, he sees their doom. His ring is lost but not for long, He knows the shire, this land of song. The ring is there he sees it clear, Soon to be his to rule in fear. Sauron, Sauron, darkest of all, The nine are abroad, you can hear them call. Sauron, Sauron, the war you will win, When you have reclaimed the ruling ring |
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14:38 |
Folk-Lore
Members | |
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Band members | |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Liz Keller | Fiddle, Violin |
Louise Fay | Vocals (spoken) (Track 5) |
Shane Mac Gowan | Vocals (Tracks 6, 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Denis Buckley | Producer, Engineering |
Shane Mac Gowan | Producer |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art |
Marco Jeurissen | Artwork, Layout |
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1. | Bloody Sunday | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Remember well the 30th of January The feeling of dread that was in the air The people marched for their right to equality They only wanted to be treated fair Shots were fired by a mindless military The people ran they were unarmed Across the world we will read of Derry And those who died by oppressive hands 13 people lost their lives that Sunday Women, children and innocent men Many wounded lay crying in agony The knights of Malta attended them And so began the government cover up And so began the lies and deceit Soldiers statements would be changed and torn up No reports would come from men on the street As the years went by the people began to talk The hidden crimes were now being told Innocent protestors - shot in the back Left to die in the winter cold The bullets used had all been tampered Maximum injury would come from them This tyranny will not go un-noticed Our day will come again |
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2. | The Victory Reel | 01:21 | instrumental |
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3. | Death of a Gael | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
A warrior so proud of the woman by his side His faithful heart would take no other bride For three years they lived, midst the forests of the land Strong and proud was the love of this woman and man Like the sky high above, no beginning and no end The woman that he loves, his life and best friend Until that day in December when the snowstorms did start Stalked the Norseman with his bow, put an arrow through his heart Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind Blowing across the land Stealing his life from him From the earth, and into the otherworld The land of Tir Na N’Og Is the place where he must go ’Woman come to my side Let your arms shield my pain For I know I will not spend another day with you again’ They say she will not move From the place where he did die Once so strong and so proud She cannot talk but cry |
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4. | The Rocky Road to Dublin | 03:07 | Show lyrics |
In the merry month of June, from me home I started, Left the girls a tune, nearly broken-hearted, saluted father dear, Kissed me darlin’ mother, drank a pint of beer, Me grieving tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, With the stout black horn to banish ghosts and goblins, A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o’er the bogs, and frightening all the dogs on CHORUS: The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Hunt the hare and turning her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin! Whack fol lal dee rah! Well in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, me spirits blithe and airy, took the drop o’ the pure, To keep me heart from sinking, that’s the Paddy’s cure, Whenever he’s on for drinking, To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while, At me curious tales, which set your heart to bubblin, Asked if I was hired, wages I required, till I was nearly tired of Chorus. Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived, a view of that fine city, so then I took a stroll, All among the quality, bundle it was stole, While in the neat locality, Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind, No bundle cord I find, upon me stick a wobblin, Inquiring for the rogue, set me call to brogue, wasn’t much in vogue on Chorus. Well from there I got away, me spirits never failing, Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing, the captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, when I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs, they’d some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin, When off Hollyhead, wished meself was dead, or better far instead down The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it, blood began to boil, Temper I was losin, for old Erin’s Isle, They began abusing, "Hurrah me soul," says I, me shillelagh I let fly, Galway boys were nigh, and saw I was a’hobblin With a loud hurray, joining in the affray, we quickly cleared the way for Chorus. |
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5. | Ossian’s Return | 04:44 | Show lyrics |
The sky was grey and leaden Wolves howling on the wind Above the land of Tir Na N’Og The ancient calm still reigned ’I long to stand on my home shore’ Said Ossian in a glare ’But Ossian love, this is your home’ Said Niamh of the golden hair She seen the look upon his face She knew the pain he felt He longed to be home among his race With his ring-sword strapped to his belt ’Return my love to the land of man But be warned, time rests heavily there Come back to me if you ever can Back to the land of the fair’ ’Do not dismount from the steed you ride From this world it belongs If you dismount you will fall by its side To be rememberd only in fairy songs’ He galloped across the fairy seas Back to the land of man Watched by the Gods and the Daoine Sidhe His life to end as it began ’I have returned’, he said aloud But no one was there to hear His noble home once bold and proud Had crumbled through the many years A power had come into the land To threaten the olden ways The people ignore the ancient Gods They bid farewell to a golden age Ossian stopped his gallant steed He could see some people ahead ’Help us please, our brothers are trapped Beneath this dolmen’, they said He leaned down from his mount And gripped the domen firm From the earth the rock was freed The people beneath unharmed But from the strain his saddle broke To the earth he was cast A cry of pain burst from his throat The years now caught him at last In Tir Na N’Og Niamh shed a tear When she saw the rider-less horse Ossian was gone, her greatest fear Her heart was full of deep remorse |
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6. | Spancill Hill | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasent days gone by Me mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancill Hill. Delighted by the novelty, enchanted with the scene Where in me early boyhood where often I had been I thought I heard a murmer and I think I hear it still It’s the little stream of water that flows down Spancill Hill. To amuse a passing fancy I lay down on the ground And all me school copanions they shortly gathered round When we were home returning we danced with bright goodwill To Martin Moynahan’s music at the cross at Spancill Hill. It was on the twenty-forth of June, the day before the fair When Ireland’s sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancill Hill. I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say The old ones they were dead and gone, the young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley, he as bold as ever still For he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancill Hill. I paid a flying visit to me first and only love She’s as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me, crying Johnny I love you still She was a farmer’s daughter, the pride of Spancill Hill. Well I dreamt I hugged and kissed her as in the day’s of yore She said, Johnny you’re only joking as many the times before The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill And I woke in California, many miles from Spancill Hill. |
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7. | The Children of Lir | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
In a time of myth and magic Lived a man of timeless power Lir was his name But his temper had turned sour He would not be king of the land Bov Dearg was chosen instead Lir would pay no tribute to him And secretly wished he was dead Alas with time Lir’s wife did die And he was full of great sadness Dearg heard this and sent word to Lir To meet him in his palace When they met, they both embraced Their friendship was made then Dearg summoned his daughter Eve And told Lir he must marry again Lir’s love for Eve was as strong as with his first wife A seed was planted, Fionnula and Aedh were born But her next child birth would take away her life Fiachra and Conn From their mother’s stomach were born Lir’s sadness knew no bounds He cried out to the night Dearg was there to comfort him And help him see the light He had four beautiful children And with time another bride Eve’s sister Aoife would stay loyal to his side But Aoife had a jealous side - a cancer in her mind She moved against the children Love for them she could not find She took them in her chariot to a lake not far away And changed them into swans Like night time into day 300 years on Derravaragh, so commenced the spell The children would swim to the shore Their story for to tell 300 years on the sea of Moyle A cruel and bitter place The children missed their father here The smile upon his face In the sea of Moyle the waves did crash And beat the land with might The rain fell fierce and the wind blew hard The swans all feared for their lives Fionnula was strong and wisest of all And guarded her brothers from strife Under her wings they hid from night And waited for the morning light Finally the day did come to leave this terrible sea 300 more years to live as swans Then they at last would be free To Inish Gluaire the swans did fly As last as they would go New lands and kingdoms everywhere Fionnula did see down in below There they waited, till at last the day did dawn The spell was ending They felt themselves transform They were now ancient Their youth was gone forever And as they died They held hands and went together |
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8. | Ride On | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. CHORUS (Two times) Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. CHORUS |
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9. | Susie Moran | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
Life for you, it was not easy And at ties was so unfair In a time when work was scarce Many burdens were yours to bear You bore the brunt of grief When Patrick left the earth Such a tragedy to happen To a child four months from birth When husband Jack did lay For years in a hospital bed You were by his side relentlessly To help him through this dread You had no time for science Technology was not your friend You lived your life in black and white Until the very end You’ve gone now to that other place Your work on earth is done Jack is waiting there for you In his arms he holds your son We know it may be long Before we hear your voice again You will always be remembered Never forgotten - Susie Moran |
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10. | Exiles | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
Loneliness was all she knew Because of her God sent beauty Evil and carnage were sure to ensue Her death was Conchobars duty The high king Conchobar would not dare So he hid her away from his people ’Deirdre will live and grow up fair Then marry me in my temple’ (18 years later) She was disgusted by Conchobar And vowed she would not be wed ’I love only the man who bears the colours - black, white and blood red’ ’I know such a man’, her aide explained But Deirdre could only hope Uisneach’s sons were led to the forest With Naoise, she would elope No place was safe for the four exiles They left Eireann with heavy hearts But to see her face, and see her smile Gave the brothers strength to depart In Albas’ hills they made their home And began a simple life Local hatred had suddenly grown Men wanted her as a wife Conchobar dreamed of Deirdre his true love He longed for the touch of her skin His duties neglected, his life so affected ’Why did she leave the court of the King?’ After some time he explained he was wrong or so we were led to believe ’This sorrowful song I have sung for so long, Naoise agus Deirdre I now forgive’ Naoise always longed to go back home When he heard the news he wept The brothers prepared for the journey ahead With Fergus Mac Roth they all left The exiles returned to the King alone And knew there was something not right Conchobar made his plans be known The brothers took up the fight The exiles fled to the sorrowful forest Followed by the king’s men Deirdre was hidden but they needed rest They could not fight again Naoise smelt death and he quietly said ’Please Deirdre stay where you are’ A belt of a sword and the brothers fell dead Deirdre smelt blood on the air Conchobar: ’Cannot you see, I did this for you Our wedding can now take place’ They left for Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew In a chariot she felt death’s embrace ’I am Deirdre, for a short time alive To end life be evil, it is worse to survive’ From the chariot she fell to her death To be with Naoise, to smell his sweet breath |
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45:41 |
Folk-Lore
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Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Shane Mac Gowan | Vocals (Tracks 6, 8) |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Liz Keller | Fiddle, Violin |
Louise Fay | Vocals (spoken) (Track 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Mac Gowan | Producer |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art |
Marco Jeurissen | Artwork, Layout |
Denis Buckley | Producer, Engineering |
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1. | Bloody Sunday | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Remember well the 30th of January The feeling of dread that was in the air The people marched for their right to equality They only wanted to be treated fair Shots were fired by a mindless military The people ran they were unarmed Across the world we will read of Derry And those who died by oppressive hands 13 people lost their lives that Sunday Women, children and innocent men Many wounded lay crying in agony The knights of Malta attended them And so began the government cover up And so began the lies and deceit Soldiers statements would be changed and torn up No reports would come from men on the street As the years went by the people began to talk The hidden crimes were now being told Innocent protestors - shot in the back Left to die in the winter cold The bullets used had all been tampered Maximum injury would come from them This tyranny will not go un-noticed Our day will come again |
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2. | The Victory Reel | 01:21 | instrumental |
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3. | Death of a Gael | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
A warrior so proud of the woman by his side His faithful heart would take no other bride For three years they lived, midst the forests of the land Strong and proud was the love of this woman and man Like the sky high above, no beginning and no end The woman that he loves, his life and best friend Until that day in December when the snowstorms did start Stalked the Norseman with his bow, put an arrow through his heart Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind Blowing across the land Stealing his life from him From the earth, and into the otherworld The land of Tir Na N’Og Is the place where he must go ’Woman come to my side Let your arms shield my pain For I know I will not spend another day with you again’ They say she will not move From the place where he did die Once so strong and so proud She cannot talk but cry |
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4. | The Rocky Road to Dublin | 03:07 | Show lyrics |
In the merry month of June, from me home I started, Left the girls a tune, nearly broken-hearted, saluted father dear, Kissed me darlin’ mother, drank a pint of beer, Me grieving tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, With the stout black horn to banish ghosts and goblins, A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o’er the bogs, and frightening all the dogs on CHORUS: The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Hunt the hare and turning her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin! Whack fol lal dee rah! Well in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, me spirits blithe and airy, took the drop o’ the pure, To keep me heart from sinking, that’s the Paddy’s cure, Whenever he’s on for drinking, To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while, At me curious tales, which set your heart to bubblin, Asked if I was hired, wages I required, till I was nearly tired of Chorus. Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived, a view of that fine city, so then I took a stroll, All among the quality, bundle it was stole, While in the neat locality, Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind, No bundle cord I find, upon me stick a wobblin, Inquiring for the rogue, set me call to brogue, wasn’t much in vogue on Chorus. Well from there I got away, me spirits never failing, Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing, the captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, when I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs, they’d some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin, When off Hollyhead, wished meself was dead, or better far instead down The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it, blood began to boil, Temper I was losin, for old Erin’s Isle, They began abusing, "Hurrah me soul," says I, me shillelagh I let fly, Galway boys were nigh, and saw I was a’hobblin With a loud hurray, joining in the affray, we quickly cleared the way for Chorus. |
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5. | Ossian’s Return | 04:44 | Show lyrics |
The sky was grey and leaden Wolves howling on the wind Above the land of Tir Na N’Og The ancient calm still reigned ’I long to stand on my home shore’ Said Ossian in a glare ’But Ossian love, this is your home’ Said Niamh of the golden hair She seen the look upon his face She knew the pain he felt He longed to be home among his race With his ring-sword strapped to his belt ’Return my love to the land of man But be warned, time rests heavily there Come back to me if you ever can Back to the land of the fair’ ’Do not dismount from the steed you ride From this world it belongs If you dismount you will fall by its side To be rememberd only in fairy songs’ He galloped across the fairy seas Back to the land of man Watched by the Gods and the Daoine Sidhe His life to end as it began ’I have returned’, he said aloud But no one was there to hear His noble home once bold and proud Had crumbled through the many years A power had come into the land To threaten the olden ways The people ignore the ancient Gods They bid farewell to a golden age Ossian stopped his gallant steed He could see some people ahead ’Help us please, our brothers are trapped Beneath this dolmen’, they said He leaned down from his mount And gripped the domen firm From the earth the rock was freed The people beneath unharmed But from the strain his saddle broke To the earth he was cast A cry of pain burst from his throat The years now caught him at last In Tir Na N’Og Niamh shed a tear When she saw the rider-less horse Ossian was gone, her greatest fear Her heart was full of deep remorse |
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6. | Spancill Hill | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasent days gone by Me mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancill Hill. Delighted by the novelty, enchanted with the scene Where in me early boyhood where often I had been I thought I heard a murmer and I think I hear it still It’s the little stream of water that flows down Spancill Hill. To amuse a passing fancy I lay down on the ground And all me school copanions they shortly gathered round When we were home returning we danced with bright goodwill To Martin Moynahan’s music at the cross at Spancill Hill. It was on the twenty-forth of June, the day before the fair When Ireland’s sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancill Hill. I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say The old ones they were dead and gone, the young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley, he as bold as ever still For he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancill Hill. I paid a flying visit to me first and only love She’s as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me, crying Johnny I love you still She was a farmer’s daughter, the pride of Spancill Hill. Well I dreamt I hugged and kissed her as in the day’s of yore She said, Johnny you’re only joking as many the times before The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill And I woke in California, many miles from Spancill Hill. |
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7. | The Children of Lir | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
In a time of myth and magic Lived a man of timeless power Lir was his name But his temper had turned sour He would not be king of the land Bov Dearg was chosen instead Lir would pay no tribute to him And secretly wished he was dead Alas with time Lir’s wife did die And he was full of great sadness Dearg heard this and sent word to Lir To meet him in his palace When they met, they both embraced Their friendship was made then Dearg summoned his daughter Eve And told Lir he must marry again Lir’s love for Eve was as strong as with his first wife A seed was planted, Fionnula and Aedh were born But her next child birth would take away her life Fiachra and Conn From their mother’s stomach were born Lir’s sadness knew no bounds He cried out to the night Dearg was there to comfort him And help him see the light He had four beautiful children And with time another bride Eve’s sister Aoife would stay loyal to his side But Aoife had a jealous side - a cancer in her mind She moved against the children Love for them she could not find She took them in her chariot to a lake not far away And changed them into swans Like night time into day 300 years on Derravaragh, so commenced the spell The children would swim to the shore Their story for to tell 300 years on the sea of Moyle A cruel and bitter place The children missed their father here The smile upon his face In the sea of Moyle the waves did crash And beat the land with might The rain fell fierce and the wind blew hard The swans all feared for their lives Fionnula was strong and wisest of all And guarded her brothers from strife Under her wings they hid from night And waited for the morning light Finally the day did come to leave this terrible sea 300 more years to live as swans Then they at last would be free To Inish Gluaire the swans did fly As last as they would go New lands and kingdoms everywhere Fionnula did see down in below There they waited, till at last the day did dawn The spell was ending They felt themselves transform They were now ancient Their youth was gone forever And as they died They held hands and went together |
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8. | Ride On | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. CHORUS (Two times) Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. CHORUS |
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9. | Susie Moran | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
Life for you, it was not easy And at ties was so unfair In a time when work was scarce Many burdens were yours to bear You bore the brunt of grief When Patrick left the earth Such a tragedy to happen To a child four months from birth When husband Jack did lay For years in a hospital bed You were by his side relentlessly To help him through this dread You had no time for science Technology was not your friend You lived your life in black and white Until the very end You’ve gone now to that other place Your work on earth is done Jack is waiting there for you In his arms he holds your son We know it may be long Before we hear your voice again You will always be remembered Never forgotten - Susie Moran |
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10. | Exiles | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
Loneliness was all she knew Because of her God sent beauty Evil and carnage were sure to ensue Her death was Conchobars duty The high king Conchobar would not dare So he hid her away from his people ’Deirdre will live and grow up fair Then marry me in my temple’ (18 years later) She was disgusted by Conchobar And vowed she would not be wed ’I love only the man who bears the colours - black, white and blood red’ ’I know such a man’, her aide explained But Deirdre could only hope Uisneach’s sons were led to the forest With Naoise, she would elope No place was safe for the four exiles They left Eireann with heavy hearts But to see her face, and see her smile Gave the brothers strength to depart In Albas’ hills they made their home And began a simple life Local hatred had suddenly grown Men wanted her as a wife Conchobar dreamed of Deirdre his true love He longed for the touch of her skin His duties neglected, his life so affected ’Why did she leave the court of the King?’ After some time he explained he was wrong or so we were led to believe ’This sorrowful song I have sung for so long, Naoise agus Deirdre I now forgive’ Naoise always longed to go back home When he heard the news he wept The brothers prepared for the journey ahead With Fergus Mac Roth they all left The exiles returned to the King alone And knew there was something not right Conchobar made his plans be known The brothers took up the fight The exiles fled to the sorrowful forest Followed by the king’s men Deirdre was hidden but they needed rest They could not fight again Naoise smelt death and he quietly said ’Please Deirdre stay where you are’ A belt of a sword and the brothers fell dead Deirdre smelt blood on the air Conchobar: ’Cannot you see, I did this for you Our wedding can now take place’ They left for Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew In a chariot she felt death’s embrace ’I am Deirdre, for a short time alive To end life be evil, it is worse to survive’ From the chariot she fell to her death To be with Naoise, to smell his sweet breath |
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11. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:02 | |
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Folk-Lore
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Shane Mac Gowan | Vocals (Tracks 6, 8) |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Liz Keller | Fiddle, Violin |
Louise Fay | Vocals (spoken) (Track 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Mac Gowan | Producer |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art |
Marco Jeurissen | Artwork, Layout |
Denis Buckley | Producer, Engineering |
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Side A | |||
1. | Bloody Sunday | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Remember well the 30th of January The feeling of dread that was in the air The people marched for their right to equality They only wanted to be treated fair Shots were fired by a mindless military The people ran they were unarmed Across the world we will read of Derry And those who died by oppressive hands 13 people lost their lives that Sunday Women, children and innocent men Many wounded lay crying in agony The knights of Malta attended them And so began the government cover up And so began the lies and deceit Soldiers statements would be changed and torn up No reports would come from men on the street As the years went by the people began to talk The hidden crimes were now being told Innocent protestors - shot in the back Left to die in the winter cold The bullets used had all been tampered Maximum injury would come from them This tyranny will not go un-noticed Our day will come again |
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2. | The Victory Reel | 01:21 | instrumental |
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3. | Death of a Gael | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
A warrior so proud of the woman by his side His faithful heart would take no other bride For three years they lived, midst the forests of the land Strong and proud was the love of this woman and man Like the sky high above, no beginning and no end The woman that he loves, his life and best friend Until that day in December when the snowstorms did start Stalked the Norseman with his bow, put an arrow through his heart Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind Blowing across the land Stealing his life from him From the earth, and into the otherworld The land of Tir Na N’Og Is the place where he must go ’Woman come to my side Let your arms shield my pain For I know I will not spend another day with you again’ They say she will not move From the place where he did die Once so strong and so proud She cannot talk but cry |
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4. | The Rocky Road to Dublin | 03:07 | Show lyrics |
In the merry month of June, from me home I started, Left the girls a tune, nearly broken-hearted, saluted father dear, Kissed me darlin’ mother, drank a pint of beer, Me grieving tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, With the stout black horn to banish ghosts and goblins, A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o’er the bogs, and frightening all the dogs on CHORUS: The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Hunt the hare and turning her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin! Whack fol lal dee rah! Well in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, me spirits blithe and airy, took the drop o’ the pure, To keep me heart from sinking, that’s the Paddy’s cure, Whenever he’s on for drinking, To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while, At me curious tales, which set your heart to bubblin, Asked if I was hired, wages I required, till I was nearly tired of Chorus. Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived, a view of that fine city, so then I took a stroll, All among the quality, bundle it was stole, While in the neat locality, Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind, No bundle cord I find, upon me stick a wobblin, Inquiring for the rogue, set me call to brogue, wasn’t much in vogue on Chorus. Well from there I got away, me spirits never failing, Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing, the captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, when I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs, they’d some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin, When off Hollyhead, wished meself was dead, or better far instead down The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it, blood began to boil, Temper I was losin, for old Erin’s Isle, They began abusing, "Hurrah me soul," says I, me shillelagh I let fly, Galway boys were nigh, and saw I was a’hobblin With a loud hurray, joining in the affray, we quickly cleared the way for Chorus. |
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5. | Ossian’s Return | 04:44 | Show lyrics |
The sky was grey and leaden Wolves howling on the wind Above the land of Tir Na N’Og The ancient calm still reigned ’I long to stand on my home shore’ Said Ossian in a glare ’But Ossian love, this is your home’ Said Niamh of the golden hair She seen the look upon his face She knew the pain he felt He longed to be home among his race With his ring-sword strapped to his belt ’Return my love to the land of man But be warned, time rests heavily there Come back to me if you ever can Back to the land of the fair’ ’Do not dismount from the steed you ride From this world it belongs If you dismount you will fall by its side To be rememberd only in fairy songs’ He galloped across the fairy seas Back to the land of man Watched by the Gods and the Daoine Sidhe His life to end as it began ’I have returned’, he said aloud But no one was there to hear His noble home once bold and proud Had crumbled through the many years A power had come into the land To threaten the olden ways The people ignore the ancient Gods They bid farewell to a golden age Ossian stopped his gallant steed He could see some people ahead ’Help us please, our brothers are trapped Beneath this dolmen’, they said He leaned down from his mount And gripped the domen firm From the earth the rock was freed The people beneath unharmed But from the strain his saddle broke To the earth he was cast A cry of pain burst from his throat The years now caught him at last In Tir Na N’Og Niamh shed a tear When she saw the rider-less horse Ossian was gone, her greatest fear Her heart was full of deep remorse |
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Side B | |||
6. | Spancill Hill | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasent days gone by Me mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancill Hill. Delighted by the novelty, enchanted with the scene Where in me early boyhood where often I had been I thought I heard a murmer and I think I hear it still It’s the little stream of water that flows down Spancill Hill. To amuse a passing fancy I lay down on the ground And all me school copanions they shortly gathered round When we were home returning we danced with bright goodwill To Martin Moynahan’s music at the cross at Spancill Hill. It was on the twenty-forth of June, the day before the fair When Ireland’s sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancill Hill. I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say The old ones they were dead and gone, the young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley, he as bold as ever still For he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancill Hill. I paid a flying visit to me first and only love She’s as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me, crying Johnny I love you still She was a farmer’s daughter, the pride of Spancill Hill. Well I dreamt I hugged and kissed her as in the day’s of yore She said, Johnny you’re only joking as many the times before The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill And I woke in California, many miles from Spancill Hill. |
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7. | The Children of Lir | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
In a time of myth and magic Lived a man of timeless power Lir was his name But his temper had turned sour He would not be king of the land Bov Dearg was chosen instead Lir would pay no tribute to him And secretly wished he was dead Alas with time Lir’s wife did die And he was full of great sadness Dearg heard this and sent word to Lir To meet him in his palace When they met, they both embraced Their friendship was made then Dearg summoned his daughter Eve And told Lir he must marry again Lir’s love for Eve was as strong as with his first wife A seed was planted, Fionnula and Aedh were born But her next child birth would take away her life Fiachra and Conn From their mother’s stomach were born Lir’s sadness knew no bounds He cried out to the night Dearg was there to comfort him And help him see the light He had four beautiful children And with time another bride Eve’s sister Aoife would stay loyal to his side But Aoife had a jealous side - a cancer in her mind She moved against the children Love for them she could not find She took them in her chariot to a lake not far away And changed them into swans Like night time into day 300 years on Derravaragh, so commenced the spell The children would swim to the shore Their story for to tell 300 years on the sea of Moyle A cruel and bitter place The children missed their father here The smile upon his face In the sea of Moyle the waves did crash And beat the land with might The rain fell fierce and the wind blew hard The swans all feared for their lives Fionnula was strong and wisest of all And guarded her brothers from strife Under her wings they hid from night And waited for the morning light Finally the day did come to leave this terrible sea 300 more years to live as swans Then they at last would be free To Inish Gluaire the swans did fly As last as they would go New lands and kingdoms everywhere Fionnula did see down in below There they waited, till at last the day did dawn The spell was ending They felt themselves transform They were now ancient Their youth was gone forever And as they died They held hands and went together |
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8. | Ride On | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. CHORUS (Two times) Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. CHORUS |
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9. | Susie Moran | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
Life for you, it was not easy And at ties was so unfair In a time when work was scarce Many burdens were yours to bear You bore the brunt of grief When Patrick left the earth Such a tragedy to happen To a child four months from birth When husband Jack did lay For years in a hospital bed You were by his side relentlessly To help him through this dread You had no time for science Technology was not your friend You lived your life in black and white Until the very end You’ve gone now to that other place Your work on earth is done Jack is waiting there for you In his arms he holds your son We know it may be long Before we hear your voice again You will always be remembered Never forgotten - Susie Moran |
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10. | Exiles | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
Loneliness was all she knew Because of her God sent beauty Evil and carnage were sure to ensue Her death was Conchobars duty The high king Conchobar would not dare So he hid her away from his people ’Deirdre will live and grow up fair Then marry me in my temple’ (18 years later) She was disgusted by Conchobar And vowed she would not be wed ’I love only the man who bears the colours - black, white and blood red’ ’I know such a man’, her aide explained But Deirdre could only hope Uisneach’s sons were led to the forest With Naoise, she would elope No place was safe for the four exiles They left Eireann with heavy hearts But to see her face, and see her smile Gave the brothers strength to depart In Albas’ hills they made their home And began a simple life Local hatred had suddenly grown Men wanted her as a wife Conchobar dreamed of Deirdre his true love He longed for the touch of her skin His duties neglected, his life so affected ’Why did she leave the court of the King?’ After some time he explained he was wrong or so we were led to believe ’This sorrowful song I have sung for so long, Naoise agus Deirdre I now forgive’ Naoise always longed to go back home When he heard the news he wept The brothers prepared for the journey ahead With Fergus Mac Roth they all left The exiles returned to the King alone And knew there was something not right Conchobar made his plans be known The brothers took up the fight The exiles fled to the sorrowful forest Followed by the king’s men Deirdre was hidden but they needed rest They could not fight again Naoise smelt death and he quietly said ’Please Deirdre stay where you are’ A belt of a sword and the brothers fell dead Deirdre smelt blood on the air Conchobar: ’Cannot you see, I did this for you Our wedding can now take place’ They left for Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew In a chariot she felt death’s embrace ’I am Deirdre, for a short time alive To end life be evil, it is worse to survive’ From the chariot she fell to her death To be with Naoise, to smell his sweet breath |
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45:41 |
Folk-Lore
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Shane Mac Gowan | Vocals (Tracks 6, 8) |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Liz Keller | Fiddle, Violin |
Louise Fay | Vocals (spoken) (Track 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Mac Gowan | Producer |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art |
Marco Jeurissen | Artwork, Layout |
Denis Buckley | Producer, Engineering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Bloody Sunday | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Remember well the 30th of January The feeling of dread that was in the air The people marched for their right to equality They only wanted to be treated fair Shots were fired by a mindless military The people ran they were unarmed Across the world we will read of Derry And those who died by oppressive hands 13 people lost their lives that Sunday Women, children and innocent men Many wounded lay crying in agony The knights of Malta attended them And so began the government cover up And so began the lies and deceit Soldiers statements would be changed and torn up No reports would come from men on the street As the years went by the people began to talk The hidden crimes were now being told Innocent protestors - shot in the back Left to die in the winter cold The bullets used had all been tampered Maximum injury would come from them This tyranny will not go un-noticed Our day will come again |
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2. | The Victory Reel | 01:21 | instrumental |
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3. | Death of a Gael | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
A warrior so proud of the woman by his side His faithful heart would take no other bride For three years they lived, midst the forests of the land Strong and proud was the love of this woman and man Like the sky high above, no beginning and no end The woman that he loves, his life and best friend Until that day in December when the snowstorms did start Stalked the Norseman with his bow, put an arrow through his heart Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind Blowing across the land Stealing his life from him From the earth, and into the otherworld The land of Tir Na N’Og Is the place where he must go ’Woman come to my side Let your arms shield my pain For I know I will not spend another day with you again’ They say she will not move From the place where he did die Once so strong and so proud She cannot talk but cry |
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4. | The Rocky Road to Dublin | 03:07 | Show lyrics |
In the merry month of June, from me home I started, Left the girls a tune, nearly broken-hearted, saluted father dear, Kissed me darlin’ mother, drank a pint of beer, Me grieving tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, With the stout black horn to banish ghosts and goblins, A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o’er the bogs, and frightening all the dogs on CHORUS: The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Hunt the hare and turning her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin! Whack fol lal dee rah! Well in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, me spirits blithe and airy, took the drop o’ the pure, To keep me heart from sinking, that’s the Paddy’s cure, Whenever he’s on for drinking, To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while, At me curious tales, which set your heart to bubblin, Asked if I was hired, wages I required, till I was nearly tired of Chorus. Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived, a view of that fine city, so then I took a stroll, All among the quality, bundle it was stole, While in the neat locality, Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind, No bundle cord I find, upon me stick a wobblin, Inquiring for the rogue, set me call to brogue, wasn’t much in vogue on Chorus. Well from there I got away, me spirits never failing, Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing, the captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, when I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs, they’d some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin, When off Hollyhead, wished meself was dead, or better far instead down The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it, blood began to boil, Temper I was losin, for old Erin’s Isle, They began abusing, "Hurrah me soul," says I, me shillelagh I let fly, Galway boys were nigh, and saw I was a’hobblin With a loud hurray, joining in the affray, we quickly cleared the way for Chorus. |
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5. | Ossian’s Return | 04:44 | Show lyrics |
The sky was grey and leaden Wolves howling on the wind Above the land of Tir Na N’Og The ancient calm still reigned ’I long to stand on my home shore’ Said Ossian in a glare ’But Ossian love, this is your home’ Said Niamh of the golden hair She seen the look upon his face She knew the pain he felt He longed to be home among his race With his ring-sword strapped to his belt ’Return my love to the land of man But be warned, time rests heavily there Come back to me if you ever can Back to the land of the fair’ ’Do not dismount from the steed you ride From this world it belongs If you dismount you will fall by its side To be rememberd only in fairy songs’ He galloped across the fairy seas Back to the land of man Watched by the Gods and the Daoine Sidhe His life to end as it began ’I have returned’, he said aloud But no one was there to hear His noble home once bold and proud Had crumbled through the many years A power had come into the land To threaten the olden ways The people ignore the ancient Gods They bid farewell to a golden age Ossian stopped his gallant steed He could see some people ahead ’Help us please, our brothers are trapped Beneath this dolmen’, they said He leaned down from his mount And gripped the domen firm From the earth the rock was freed The people beneath unharmed But from the strain his saddle broke To the earth he was cast A cry of pain burst from his throat The years now caught him at last In Tir Na N’Og Niamh shed a tear When she saw the rider-less horse Ossian was gone, her greatest fear Her heart was full of deep remorse |
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6. | Spancill Hill | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasent days gone by Me mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancill Hill. Delighted by the novelty, enchanted with the scene Where in me early boyhood where often I had been I thought I heard a murmer and I think I hear it still It’s the little stream of water that flows down Spancill Hill. To amuse a passing fancy I lay down on the ground And all me school copanions they shortly gathered round When we were home returning we danced with bright goodwill To Martin Moynahan’s music at the cross at Spancill Hill. It was on the twenty-forth of June, the day before the fair When Ireland’s sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancill Hill. I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say The old ones they were dead and gone, the young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley, he as bold as ever still For he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancill Hill. I paid a flying visit to me first and only love She’s as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me, crying Johnny I love you still She was a farmer’s daughter, the pride of Spancill Hill. Well I dreamt I hugged and kissed her as in the day’s of yore She said, Johnny you’re only joking as many the times before The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill And I woke in California, many miles from Spancill Hill. |
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7. | The Children of Lir | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
In a time of myth and magic Lived a man of timeless power Lir was his name But his temper had turned sour He would not be king of the land Bov Dearg was chosen instead Lir would pay no tribute to him And secretly wished he was dead Alas with time Lir’s wife did die And he was full of great sadness Dearg heard this and sent word to Lir To meet him in his palace When they met, they both embraced Their friendship was made then Dearg summoned his daughter Eve And told Lir he must marry again Lir’s love for Eve was as strong as with his first wife A seed was planted, Fionnula and Aedh were born But her next child birth would take away her life Fiachra and Conn From their mother’s stomach were born Lir’s sadness knew no bounds He cried out to the night Dearg was there to comfort him And help him see the light He had four beautiful children And with time another bride Eve’s sister Aoife would stay loyal to his side But Aoife had a jealous side - a cancer in her mind She moved against the children Love for them she could not find She took them in her chariot to a lake not far away And changed them into swans Like night time into day 300 years on Derravaragh, so commenced the spell The children would swim to the shore Their story for to tell 300 years on the sea of Moyle A cruel and bitter place The children missed their father here The smile upon his face In the sea of Moyle the waves did crash And beat the land with might The rain fell fierce and the wind blew hard The swans all feared for their lives Fionnula was strong and wisest of all And guarded her brothers from strife Under her wings they hid from night And waited for the morning light Finally the day did come to leave this terrible sea 300 more years to live as swans Then they at last would be free To Inish Gluaire the swans did fly As last as they would go New lands and kingdoms everywhere Fionnula did see down in below There they waited, till at last the day did dawn The spell was ending They felt themselves transform They were now ancient Their youth was gone forever And as they died They held hands and went together |
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8. | Ride On | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. CHORUS (Two times) Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. CHORUS |
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9. | Susie Moran | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
Life for you, it was not easy And at ties was so unfair In a time when work was scarce Many burdens were yours to bear You bore the brunt of grief When Patrick left the earth Such a tragedy to happen To a child four months from birth When husband Jack did lay For years in a hospital bed You were by his side relentlessly To help him through this dread You had no time for science Technology was not your friend You lived your life in black and white Until the very end You’ve gone now to that other place Your work on earth is done Jack is waiting there for you In his arms he holds your son We know it may be long Before we hear your voice again You will always be remembered Never forgotten - Susie Moran |
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10. | Exiles | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
Loneliness was all she knew Because of her God sent beauty Evil and carnage were sure to ensue Her death was Conchobars duty The high king Conchobar would not dare So he hid her away from his people ’Deirdre will live and grow up fair Then marry me in my temple’ (18 years later) She was disgusted by Conchobar And vowed she would not be wed ’I love only the man who bears the colours - black, white and blood red’ ’I know such a man’, her aide explained But Deirdre could only hope Uisneach’s sons were led to the forest With Naoise, she would elope No place was safe for the four exiles They left Eireann with heavy hearts But to see her face, and see her smile Gave the brothers strength to depart In Albas’ hills they made their home And began a simple life Local hatred had suddenly grown Men wanted her as a wife Conchobar dreamed of Deirdre his true love He longed for the touch of her skin His duties neglected, his life so affected ’Why did she leave the court of the King?’ After some time he explained he was wrong or so we were led to believe ’This sorrowful song I have sung for so long, Naoise agus Deirdre I now forgive’ Naoise always longed to go back home When he heard the news he wept The brothers prepared for the journey ahead With Fergus Mac Roth they all left The exiles returned to the King alone And knew there was something not right Conchobar made his plans be known The brothers took up the fight The exiles fled to the sorrowful forest Followed by the king’s men Deirdre was hidden but they needed rest They could not fight again Naoise smelt death and he quietly said ’Please Deirdre stay where you are’ A belt of a sword and the brothers fell dead Deirdre smelt blood on the air Conchobar: ’Cannot you see, I did this for you Our wedding can now take place’ They left for Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew In a chariot she felt death’s embrace ’I am Deirdre, for a short time alive To end life be evil, it is worse to survive’ From the chariot she fell to her death To be with Naoise, to smell his sweet breath |
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11. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:02 | |
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51:43 |
Folk-Lore
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Shane Mac Gowan | Vocals (Tracks 6, 8) |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Liz Keller | Fiddle, Violin |
Louise Fay | Vocals (spoken) (Track 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Mac Gowan | Producer |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art |
Marco Jeurissen | Artwork, Layout |
Denis Buckley | Producer, Engineering |
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1. | Bloody Sunday | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Remember well the 30th of January The feeling of dread that was in the air The people marched for their right to equality They only wanted to be treated fair Shots were fired by a mindless military The people ran they were unarmed Across the world we will read of Derry And those who died by oppressive hands 13 people lost their lives that Sunday Women, children and innocent men Many wounded lay crying in agony The knights of Malta attended them And so began the government cover up And so began the lies and deceit Soldiers statements would be changed and torn up No reports would come from men on the street As the years went by the people began to talk The hidden crimes were now being told Innocent protestors - shot in the back Left to die in the winter cold The bullets used had all been tampered Maximum injury would come from them This tyranny will not go un-noticed Our day will come again |
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2. | The Victory Reel | 01:21 | instrumental |
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3. | Death of a Gael | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
A warrior so proud of the woman by his side His faithful heart would take no other bride For three years they lived, midst the forests of the land Strong and proud was the love of this woman and man Like the sky high above, no beginning and no end The woman that he loves, his life and best friend Until that day in December when the snowstorms did start Stalked the Norseman with his bow, put an arrow through his heart Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind Blowing across the land Stealing his life from him From the earth, and into the otherworld The land of Tir Na N’Og Is the place where he must go ’Woman come to my side Let your arms shield my pain For I know I will not spend another day with you again’ They say she will not move From the place where he did die Once so strong and so proud She cannot talk but cry |
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4. | The Rocky Road to Dublin | 03:07 | Show lyrics |
In the merry month of June, from me home I started, Left the girls a tune, nearly broken-hearted, saluted father dear, Kissed me darlin’ mother, drank a pint of beer, Me grieving tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, With the stout black horn to banish ghosts and goblins, A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o’er the bogs, and frightening all the dogs on CHORUS: The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Hunt the hare and turning her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin! Whack fol lal dee rah! Well in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, me spirits blithe and airy, took the drop o’ the pure, To keep me heart from sinking, that’s the Paddy’s cure, Whenever he’s on for drinking, To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while, At me curious tales, which set your heart to bubblin, Asked if I was hired, wages I required, till I was nearly tired of Chorus. Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived, a view of that fine city, so then I took a stroll, All among the quality, bundle it was stole, While in the neat locality, Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind, No bundle cord I find, upon me stick a wobblin, Inquiring for the rogue, set me call to brogue, wasn’t much in vogue on Chorus. Well from there I got away, me spirits never failing, Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing, the captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, when I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs, they’d some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin, When off Hollyhead, wished meself was dead, or better far instead down The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it, blood began to boil, Temper I was losin, for old Erin’s Isle, They began abusing, "Hurrah me soul," says I, me shillelagh I let fly, Galway boys were nigh, and saw I was a’hobblin With a loud hurray, joining in the affray, we quickly cleared the way for Chorus. |
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5. | Ossian’s Return | 04:44 | Show lyrics |
The sky was grey and leaden Wolves howling on the wind Above the land of Tir Na N’Og The ancient calm still reigned ’I long to stand on my home shore’ Said Ossian in a glare ’But Ossian love, this is your home’ Said Niamh of the golden hair She seen the look upon his face She knew the pain he felt He longed to be home among his race With his ring-sword strapped to his belt ’Return my love to the land of man But be warned, time rests heavily there Come back to me if you ever can Back to the land of the fair’ ’Do not dismount from the steed you ride From this world it belongs If you dismount you will fall by its side To be rememberd only in fairy songs’ He galloped across the fairy seas Back to the land of man Watched by the Gods and the Daoine Sidhe His life to end as it began ’I have returned’, he said aloud But no one was there to hear His noble home once bold and proud Had crumbled through the many years A power had come into the land To threaten the olden ways The people ignore the ancient Gods They bid farewell to a golden age Ossian stopped his gallant steed He could see some people ahead ’Help us please, our brothers are trapped Beneath this dolmen’, they said He leaned down from his mount And gripped the domen firm From the earth the rock was freed The people beneath unharmed But from the strain his saddle broke To the earth he was cast A cry of pain burst from his throat The years now caught him at last In Tir Na N’Og Niamh shed a tear When she saw the rider-less horse Ossian was gone, her greatest fear Her heart was full of deep remorse |
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6. | Spancill Hill | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasent days gone by Me mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancill Hill. Delighted by the novelty, enchanted with the scene Where in me early boyhood where often I had been I thought I heard a murmer and I think I hear it still It’s the little stream of water that flows down Spancill Hill. To amuse a passing fancy I lay down on the ground And all me school copanions they shortly gathered round When we were home returning we danced with bright goodwill To Martin Moynahan’s music at the cross at Spancill Hill. It was on the twenty-forth of June, the day before the fair When Ireland’s sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancill Hill. I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say The old ones they were dead and gone, the young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley, he as bold as ever still For he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancill Hill. I paid a flying visit to me first and only love She’s as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me, crying Johnny I love you still She was a farmer’s daughter, the pride of Spancill Hill. Well I dreamt I hugged and kissed her as in the day’s of yore She said, Johnny you’re only joking as many the times before The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill And I woke in California, many miles from Spancill Hill. |
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7. | The Children of Lir | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
In a time of myth and magic Lived a man of timeless power Lir was his name But his temper had turned sour He would not be king of the land Bov Dearg was chosen instead Lir would pay no tribute to him And secretly wished he was dead Alas with time Lir’s wife did die And he was full of great sadness Dearg heard this and sent word to Lir To meet him in his palace When they met, they both embraced Their friendship was made then Dearg summoned his daughter Eve And told Lir he must marry again Lir’s love for Eve was as strong as with his first wife A seed was planted, Fionnula and Aedh were born But her next child birth would take away her life Fiachra and Conn From their mother’s stomach were born Lir’s sadness knew no bounds He cried out to the night Dearg was there to comfort him And help him see the light He had four beautiful children And with time another bride Eve’s sister Aoife would stay loyal to his side But Aoife had a jealous side - a cancer in her mind She moved against the children Love for them she could not find She took them in her chariot to a lake not far away And changed them into swans Like night time into day 300 years on Derravaragh, so commenced the spell The children would swim to the shore Their story for to tell 300 years on the sea of Moyle A cruel and bitter place The children missed their father here The smile upon his face In the sea of Moyle the waves did crash And beat the land with might The rain fell fierce and the wind blew hard The swans all feared for their lives Fionnula was strong and wisest of all And guarded her brothers from strife Under her wings they hid from night And waited for the morning light Finally the day did come to leave this terrible sea 300 more years to live as swans Then they at last would be free To Inish Gluaire the swans did fly As last as they would go New lands and kingdoms everywhere Fionnula did see down in below There they waited, till at last the day did dawn The spell was ending They felt themselves transform They were now ancient Their youth was gone forever And as they died They held hands and went together |
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8. | Ride On | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. CHORUS (Two times) Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. CHORUS |
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9. | Susie Moran | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
Life for you, it was not easy And at ties was so unfair In a time when work was scarce Many burdens were yours to bear You bore the brunt of grief When Patrick left the earth Such a tragedy to happen To a child four months from birth When husband Jack did lay For years in a hospital bed You were by his side relentlessly To help him through this dread You had no time for science Technology was not your friend You lived your life in black and white Until the very end You’ve gone now to that other place Your work on earth is done Jack is waiting there for you In his arms he holds your son We know it may be long Before we hear your voice again You will always be remembered Never forgotten - Susie Moran |
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10. | Exiles | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
Loneliness was all she knew Because of her God sent beauty Evil and carnage were sure to ensue Her death was Conchobars duty The high king Conchobar would not dare So he hid her away from his people ’Deirdre will live and grow up fair Then marry me in my temple’ (18 years later) She was disgusted by Conchobar And vowed she would not be wed ’I love only the man who bears the colours - black, white and blood red’ ’I know such a man’, her aide explained But Deirdre could only hope Uisneach’s sons were led to the forest With Naoise, she would elope No place was safe for the four exiles They left Eireann with heavy hearts But to see her face, and see her smile Gave the brothers strength to depart In Albas’ hills they made their home And began a simple life Local hatred had suddenly grown Men wanted her as a wife Conchobar dreamed of Deirdre his true love He longed for the touch of her skin His duties neglected, his life so affected ’Why did she leave the court of the King?’ After some time he explained he was wrong or so we were led to believe ’This sorrowful song I have sung for so long, Naoise agus Deirdre I now forgive’ Naoise always longed to go back home When he heard the news he wept The brothers prepared for the journey ahead With Fergus Mac Roth they all left The exiles returned to the King alone And knew there was something not right Conchobar made his plans be known The brothers took up the fight The exiles fled to the sorrowful forest Followed by the king’s men Deirdre was hidden but they needed rest They could not fight again Naoise smelt death and he quietly said ’Please Deirdre stay where you are’ A belt of a sword and the brothers fell dead Deirdre smelt blood on the air Conchobar: ’Cannot you see, I did this for you Our wedding can now take place’ They left for Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew In a chariot she felt death’s embrace ’I am Deirdre, for a short time alive To end life be evil, it is worse to survive’ From the chariot she fell to her death To be with Naoise, to smell his sweet breath |
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11. | To Invoke the Horned God | 06:02 | |
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51:43 |
Folk-Lore
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Shane Mac Gowan | Vocals (Tracks 6, 8) |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Liz Keller | Fiddle, Violin |
Louise Fay | Vocals (spoken) (Track 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Mac Gowan | Producer |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art |
Marco Jeurissen | Artwork, Layout |
Denis Buckley | Producer, Engineering |
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1. | Bloody Sunday | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Remember well the 30th of January The feeling of dread that was in the air The people marched for their right to equality They only wanted to be treated fair Shots were fired by a mindless military The people ran they were unarmed Across the world we will read of Derry And those who died by oppressive hands 13 people lost their lives that Sunday Women, children and innocent men Many wounded lay crying in agony The knights of Malta attended them And so began the government cover up And so began the lies and deceit Soldiers statements would be changed and torn up No reports would come from men on the street As the years went by the people began to talk The hidden crimes were now being told Innocent protestors - shot in the back Left to die in the winter cold The bullets used had all been tampered Maximum injury would come from them This tyranny will not go un-noticed Our day will come again |
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2. | The Victory Reel | 01:21 | instrumental |
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3. | Death of a Gael | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
A warrior so proud of the woman by his side His faithful heart would take no other bride For three years they lived, midst the forests of the land Strong and proud was the love of this woman and man Like the sky high above, no beginning and no end The woman that he loves, his life and best friend Until that day in December when the snowstorms did start Stalked the Norseman with his bow, put an arrow through his heart Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind Blowing across the land Stealing his life from him From the earth, and into the otherworld The land of Tir Na N’Og Is the place where he must go ’Woman come to my side Let your arms shield my pain For I know I will not spend another day with you again’ They say she will not move From the place where he did die Once so strong and so proud She cannot talk but cry |
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4. | The Rocky Road to Dublin | 03:07 | Show lyrics |
In the merry month of June, from me home I started, Left the girls a tune, nearly broken-hearted, saluted father dear, Kissed me darlin’ mother, drank a pint of beer, Me grieving tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, With the stout black horn to banish ghosts and goblins, A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o’er the bogs, and frightening all the dogs on CHORUS: The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Hunt the hare and turning her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin! Whack fol lal dee rah! Well in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, me spirits blithe and airy, took the drop o’ the pure, To keep me heart from sinking, that’s the Paddy’s cure, Whenever he’s on for drinking, To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while, At me curious tales, which set your heart to bubblin, Asked if I was hired, wages I required, till I was nearly tired of Chorus. Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived, a view of that fine city, so then I took a stroll, All among the quality, bundle it was stole, While in the neat locality, Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind, No bundle cord I find, upon me stick a wobblin, Inquiring for the rogue, set me call to brogue, wasn’t much in vogue on Chorus. Well from there I got away, me spirits never failing, Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing, the captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, when I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs, they’d some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin, When off Hollyhead, wished meself was dead, or better far instead down The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it, blood began to boil, Temper I was losin, for old Erin’s Isle, They began abusing, "Hurrah me soul," says I, me shillelagh I let fly, Galway boys were nigh, and saw I was a’hobblin With a loud hurray, joining in the affray, we quickly cleared the way for Chorus. |
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5. | Ossian’s Return | 04:44 | Show lyrics |
The sky was grey and leaden Wolves howling on the wind Above the land of Tir Na N’Og The ancient calm still reigned ’I long to stand on my home shore’ Said Ossian in a glare ’But Ossian love, this is your home’ Said Niamh of the golden hair She seen the look upon his face She knew the pain he felt He longed to be home among his race With his ring-sword strapped to his belt ’Return my love to the land of man But be warned, time rests heavily there Come back to me if you ever can Back to the land of the fair’ ’Do not dismount from the steed you ride From this world it belongs If you dismount you will fall by its side To be rememberd only in fairy songs’ He galloped across the fairy seas Back to the land of man Watched by the Gods and the Daoine Sidhe His life to end as it began ’I have returned’, he said aloud But no one was there to hear His noble home once bold and proud Had crumbled through the many years A power had come into the land To threaten the olden ways The people ignore the ancient Gods They bid farewell to a golden age Ossian stopped his gallant steed He could see some people ahead ’Help us please, our brothers are trapped Beneath this dolmen’, they said He leaned down from his mount And gripped the domen firm From the earth the rock was freed The people beneath unharmed But from the strain his saddle broke To the earth he was cast A cry of pain burst from his throat The years now caught him at last In Tir Na N’Og Niamh shed a tear When she saw the rider-less horse Ossian was gone, her greatest fear Her heart was full of deep remorse |
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6. | Spancill Hill | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasent days gone by Me mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancill Hill. Delighted by the novelty, enchanted with the scene Where in me early boyhood where often I had been I thought I heard a murmer and I think I hear it still It’s the little stream of water that flows down Spancill Hill. To amuse a passing fancy I lay down on the ground And all me school copanions they shortly gathered round When we were home returning we danced with bright goodwill To Martin Moynahan’s music at the cross at Spancill Hill. It was on the twenty-forth of June, the day before the fair When Ireland’s sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancill Hill. I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say The old ones they were dead and gone, the young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley, he as bold as ever still For he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancill Hill. I paid a flying visit to me first and only love She’s as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me, crying Johnny I love you still She was a farmer’s daughter, the pride of Spancill Hill. Well I dreamt I hugged and kissed her as in the day’s of yore She said, Johnny you’re only joking as many the times before The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill And I woke in California, many miles from Spancill Hill. |
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7. | The Children of Lir | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
In a time of myth and magic Lived a man of timeless power Lir was his name But his temper had turned sour He would not be king of the land Bov Dearg was chosen instead Lir would pay no tribute to him And secretly wished he was dead Alas with time Lir’s wife did die And he was full of great sadness Dearg heard this and sent word to Lir To meet him in his palace When they met, they both embraced Their friendship was made then Dearg summoned his daughter Eve And told Lir he must marry again Lir’s love for Eve was as strong as with his first wife A seed was planted, Fionnula and Aedh were born But her next child birth would take away her life Fiachra and Conn From their mother’s stomach were born Lir’s sadness knew no bounds He cried out to the night Dearg was there to comfort him And help him see the light He had four beautiful children And with time another bride Eve’s sister Aoife would stay loyal to his side But Aoife had a jealous side - a cancer in her mind She moved against the children Love for them she could not find She took them in her chariot to a lake not far away And changed them into swans Like night time into day 300 years on Derravaragh, so commenced the spell The children would swim to the shore Their story for to tell 300 years on the sea of Moyle A cruel and bitter place The children missed their father here The smile upon his face In the sea of Moyle the waves did crash And beat the land with might The rain fell fierce and the wind blew hard The swans all feared for their lives Fionnula was strong and wisest of all And guarded her brothers from strife Under her wings they hid from night And waited for the morning light Finally the day did come to leave this terrible sea 300 more years to live as swans Then they at last would be free To Inish Gluaire the swans did fly As last as they would go New lands and kingdoms everywhere Fionnula did see down in below There they waited, till at last the day did dawn The spell was ending They felt themselves transform They were now ancient Their youth was gone forever And as they died They held hands and went together |
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8. | Ride On | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. CHORUS (Two times) Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. CHORUS |
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9. | Susie Moran | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
Life for you, it was not easy And at ties was so unfair In a time when work was scarce Many burdens were yours to bear You bore the brunt of grief When Patrick left the earth Such a tragedy to happen To a child four months from birth When husband Jack did lay For years in a hospital bed You were by his side relentlessly To help him through this dread You had no time for science Technology was not your friend You lived your life in black and white Until the very end You’ve gone now to that other place Your work on earth is done Jack is waiting there for you In his arms he holds your son We know it may be long Before we hear your voice again You will always be remembered Never forgotten - Susie Moran |
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10. | Exiles | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
Loneliness was all she knew Because of her God sent beauty Evil and carnage were sure to ensue Her death was Conchobars duty The high king Conchobar would not dare So he hid her away from his people ’Deirdre will live and grow up fair Then marry me in my temple’ (18 years later) She was disgusted by Conchobar And vowed she would not be wed ’I love only the man who bears the colours - black, white and blood red’ ’I know such a man’, her aide explained But Deirdre could only hope Uisneach’s sons were led to the forest With Naoise, she would elope No place was safe for the four exiles They left Eireann with heavy hearts But to see her face, and see her smile Gave the brothers strength to depart In Albas’ hills they made their home And began a simple life Local hatred had suddenly grown Men wanted her as a wife Conchobar dreamed of Deirdre his true love He longed for the touch of her skin His duties neglected, his life so affected ’Why did she leave the court of the King?’ After some time he explained he was wrong or so we were led to believe ’This sorrowful song I have sung for so long, Naoise agus Deirdre I now forgive’ Naoise always longed to go back home When he heard the news he wept The brothers prepared for the journey ahead With Fergus Mac Roth they all left The exiles returned to the King alone And knew there was something not right Conchobar made his plans be known The brothers took up the fight The exiles fled to the sorrowful forest Followed by the king’s men Deirdre was hidden but they needed rest They could not fight again Naoise smelt death and he quietly said ’Please Deirdre stay where you are’ A belt of a sword and the brothers fell dead Deirdre smelt blood on the air Conchobar: ’Cannot you see, I did this for you Our wedding can now take place’ They left for Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew In a chariot she felt death’s embrace ’I am Deirdre, for a short time alive To end life be evil, it is worse to survive’ From the chariot she fell to her death To be with Naoise, to smell his sweet breath |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Shane Mac Gowan | Vocals (Tracks 6, 8) |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Liz Keller | Fiddle, Violin |
Louise Fay | Vocals (spoken) (Track 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Mac Gowan | Producer |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art |
Marco Jeurissen | Artwork, Layout |
Denis Buckley | Producer, Engineering |
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1. | Bloody Sunday | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Remember well the 30th of January The feeling of dread that was in the air The people marched for their right to equality They only wanted to be treated fair Shots were fired by a mindless military The people ran they were unarmed Across the world we will read of Derry And those who died by oppressive hands 13 people lost their lives that Sunday Women, children and innocent men Many wounded lay crying in agony The knights of Malta attended them And so began the government cover up And so began the lies and deceit Soldiers statements would be changed and torn up No reports would come from men on the street As the years went by the people began to talk The hidden crimes were now being told Innocent protestors - shot in the back Left to die in the winter cold The bullets used had all been tampered Maximum injury would come from them This tyranny will not go un-noticed Our day will come again |
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2. | The Victory Reel | 01:21 | instrumental |
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3. | Death of a Gael | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
A warrior so proud of the woman by his side His faithful heart would take no other bride For three years they lived, midst the forests of the land Strong and proud was the love of this woman and man Like the sky high above, no beginning and no end The woman that he loves, his life and best friend Until that day in December when the snowstorms did start Stalked the Norseman with his bow, put an arrow through his heart Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind Blowing across the land Stealing his life from him From the earth, and into the otherworld The land of Tir Na N’Og Is the place where he must go ’Woman come to my side Let your arms shield my pain For I know I will not spend another day with you again’ They say she will not move From the place where he did die Once so strong and so proud She cannot talk but cry |
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4. | The Rocky Road to Dublin | 03:07 | Show lyrics |
In the merry month of June, from me home I started, Left the girls a tune, nearly broken-hearted, saluted father dear, Kissed me darlin’ mother, drank a pint of beer, Me grieving tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, With the stout black horn to banish ghosts and goblins, A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o’er the bogs, and frightening all the dogs on CHORUS: The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Hunt the hare and turning her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin! Whack fol lal dee rah! Well in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, me spirits blithe and airy, took the drop o’ the pure, To keep me heart from sinking, that’s the Paddy’s cure, Whenever he’s on for drinking, To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while, At me curious tales, which set your heart to bubblin, Asked if I was hired, wages I required, till I was nearly tired of Chorus. Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived, a view of that fine city, so then I took a stroll, All among the quality, bundle it was stole, While in the neat locality, Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind, No bundle cord I find, upon me stick a wobblin, Inquiring for the rogue, set me call to brogue, wasn’t much in vogue on Chorus. Well from there I got away, me spirits never failing, Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing, the captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, when I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs, they’d some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin, When off Hollyhead, wished meself was dead, or better far instead down The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it, blood began to boil, Temper I was losin, for old Erin’s Isle, They began abusing, "Hurrah me soul," says I, me shillelagh I let fly, Galway boys were nigh, and saw I was a’hobblin With a loud hurray, joining in the affray, we quickly cleared the way for Chorus. |
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5. | Ossian’s Return | 04:44 | Show lyrics |
The sky was grey and leaden Wolves howling on the wind Above the land of Tir Na N’Og The ancient calm still reigned ’I long to stand on my home shore’ Said Ossian in a glare ’But Ossian love, this is your home’ Said Niamh of the golden hair She seen the look upon his face She knew the pain he felt He longed to be home among his race With his ring-sword strapped to his belt ’Return my love to the land of man But be warned, time rests heavily there Come back to me if you ever can Back to the land of the fair’ ’Do not dismount from the steed you ride From this world it belongs If you dismount you will fall by its side To be rememberd only in fairy songs’ He galloped across the fairy seas Back to the land of man Watched by the Gods and the Daoine Sidhe His life to end as it began ’I have returned’, he said aloud But no one was there to hear His noble home once bold and proud Had crumbled through the many years A power had come into the land To threaten the olden ways The people ignore the ancient Gods They bid farewell to a golden age Ossian stopped his gallant steed He could see some people ahead ’Help us please, our brothers are trapped Beneath this dolmen’, they said He leaned down from his mount And gripped the domen firm From the earth the rock was freed The people beneath unharmed But from the strain his saddle broke To the earth he was cast A cry of pain burst from his throat The years now caught him at last In Tir Na N’Og Niamh shed a tear When she saw the rider-less horse Ossian was gone, her greatest fear Her heart was full of deep remorse |
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6. | Spancill Hill | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasent days gone by Me mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancill Hill. Delighted by the novelty, enchanted with the scene Where in me early boyhood where often I had been I thought I heard a murmer and I think I hear it still It’s the little stream of water that flows down Spancill Hill. To amuse a passing fancy I lay down on the ground And all me school copanions they shortly gathered round When we were home returning we danced with bright goodwill To Martin Moynahan’s music at the cross at Spancill Hill. It was on the twenty-forth of June, the day before the fair When Ireland’s sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancill Hill. I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say The old ones they were dead and gone, the young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley, he as bold as ever still For he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancill Hill. I paid a flying visit to me first and only love She’s as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me, crying Johnny I love you still She was a farmer’s daughter, the pride of Spancill Hill. Well I dreamt I hugged and kissed her as in the day’s of yore She said, Johnny you’re only joking as many the times before The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill And I woke in California, many miles from Spancill Hill. |
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7. | The Children of Lir | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
In a time of myth and magic Lived a man of timeless power Lir was his name But his temper had turned sour He would not be king of the land Bov Dearg was chosen instead Lir would pay no tribute to him And secretly wished he was dead Alas with time Lir’s wife did die And he was full of great sadness Dearg heard this and sent word to Lir To meet him in his palace When they met, they both embraced Their friendship was made then Dearg summoned his daughter Eve And told Lir he must marry again Lir’s love for Eve was as strong as with his first wife A seed was planted, Fionnula and Aedh were born But her next child birth would take away her life Fiachra and Conn From their mother’s stomach were born Lir’s sadness knew no bounds He cried out to the night Dearg was there to comfort him And help him see the light He had four beautiful children And with time another bride Eve’s sister Aoife would stay loyal to his side But Aoife had a jealous side - a cancer in her mind She moved against the children Love for them she could not find She took them in her chariot to a lake not far away And changed them into swans Like night time into day 300 years on Derravaragh, so commenced the spell The children would swim to the shore Their story for to tell 300 years on the sea of Moyle A cruel and bitter place The children missed their father here The smile upon his face In the sea of Moyle the waves did crash And beat the land with might The rain fell fierce and the wind blew hard The swans all feared for their lives Fionnula was strong and wisest of all And guarded her brothers from strife Under her wings they hid from night And waited for the morning light Finally the day did come to leave this terrible sea 300 more years to live as swans Then they at last would be free To Inish Gluaire the swans did fly As last as they would go New lands and kingdoms everywhere Fionnula did see down in below There they waited, till at last the day did dawn The spell was ending They felt themselves transform They were now ancient Their youth was gone forever And as they died They held hands and went together |
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8. | Ride On | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. CHORUS (Two times) Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. CHORUS |
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9. | Susie Moran | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
Life for you, it was not easy And at ties was so unfair In a time when work was scarce Many burdens were yours to bear You bore the brunt of grief When Patrick left the earth Such a tragedy to happen To a child four months from birth When husband Jack did lay For years in a hospital bed You were by his side relentlessly To help him through this dread You had no time for science Technology was not your friend You lived your life in black and white Until the very end You’ve gone now to that other place Your work on earth is done Jack is waiting there for you In his arms he holds your son We know it may be long Before we hear your voice again You will always be remembered Never forgotten - Susie Moran |
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10. | Exiles | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
Loneliness was all she knew Because of her God sent beauty Evil and carnage were sure to ensue Her death was Conchobars duty The high king Conchobar would not dare So he hid her away from his people ’Deirdre will live and grow up fair Then marry me in my temple’ (18 years later) She was disgusted by Conchobar And vowed she would not be wed ’I love only the man who bears the colours - black, white and blood red’ ’I know such a man’, her aide explained But Deirdre could only hope Uisneach’s sons were led to the forest With Naoise, she would elope No place was safe for the four exiles They left Eireann with heavy hearts But to see her face, and see her smile Gave the brothers strength to depart In Albas’ hills they made their home And began a simple life Local hatred had suddenly grown Men wanted her as a wife Conchobar dreamed of Deirdre his true love He longed for the touch of her skin His duties neglected, his life so affected ’Why did she leave the court of the King?’ After some time he explained he was wrong or so we were led to believe ’This sorrowful song I have sung for so long, Naoise agus Deirdre I now forgive’ Naoise always longed to go back home When he heard the news he wept The brothers prepared for the journey ahead With Fergus Mac Roth they all left The exiles returned to the King alone And knew there was something not right Conchobar made his plans be known The brothers took up the fight The exiles fled to the sorrowful forest Followed by the king’s men Deirdre was hidden but they needed rest They could not fight again Naoise smelt death and he quietly said ’Please Deirdre stay where you are’ A belt of a sword and the brothers fell dead Deirdre smelt blood on the air Conchobar: ’Cannot you see, I did this for you Our wedding can now take place’ They left for Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew In a chariot she felt death’s embrace ’I am Deirdre, for a short time alive To end life be evil, it is worse to survive’ From the chariot she fell to her death To be with Naoise, to smell his sweet breath |
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11. | Horned God | 06:02 | |
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Pagan
Members | |
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Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Bombard, Recorder, Keyboards |
Chris Kavanagh | Vocals (track 8) |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Tommy Martin | Uillean pipes |
Michelle O’Brien | Fiddle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Al Cowen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
John Howe | Cover art, Artwork |
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1. | Michael Collins | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
A volunteer in his nation’s struggle Another soldier in the G.P.O. The rising failed - our leaders captured The English grip would not let go But Michael would return to lead us In our fight to re-claim our land The I.R.B. will march victorious For they shall have the upper hand He railled men from far and wide To join the rebellion that lay ahead His murder squad was formed in earnest The secret service soon lay dead In reprisal the British army killed Innocent people watching a hurling game That day would become a turning point Irish psyche would never be the same The customs house was set on fire The I.R.B. became the I.R.A. The time was nigh to call a cease-fire July 11th would be that day De Valera, our elected president Knew a republic he would not get He sent Collins to meet the British He sent Collins to his death! The British treaty was signed by Collins A free state was all they would give A step towards independence Is better that a war we cannot win Many people did not agree with him Civil war split the country in two Michael would die from an Irish bullet He gave his best, what more could he do? |
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2. | Pagan | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
A scourge on the world from the earliest days Christ, his church and his sinister ways Starter of wars, instigator of crimes Despoiler of cultures, destroyer of minds More people have died in the name of Christ Than any other in the history of life You kill all who oppose your perfidious might A religion of conquest born in black light Our father who art in heaven Corruption be thy name You blind your people with lies False prophet your only gain Thy kingdom come and be done Your time is now at an end The veil is slowly being lifted Your past you must try to defend They prey on our children so young and naive These pedophile bastards they are a disease They preach about love, or so I am told But the love that they practice is twisted and cold |
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3. | The Gael | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
I hear you calling Your voice so fair I reach out to touch you But know you’re not there The summer is ending Clouds darken the sky As the rain starts to fall I weep and I cry No more can I see you Now you have passed on The world seems so lifeless And cold with you gone I look at the place Were we both used to lie And think of times past With a tear in my eye |
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4. | Ard Rí na hÉireann | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
A tale of honor I will now tell About a man, strong and true Brian Boru was his name And through his deeds a nation grew He was born in a time of bondage The Viking raiders claimed his lands His hatred grew when he saw his mother Killed by vicious Viking hands His brother Mahon strived for peace Brian knew it would never come The Vikings have us by the throat! They kill our children just for fun Boru left with a group of men They rode into the fading light He would attack the many Viking camps And vanish in the dark of night Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a Viking blade was his fate Brian Boru, our last Ard Rí Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the Vikings from his sight Malachy, the king of Meath, with Brian face to face They both agreed that Brian should take The monarchy of the Gaelic race Brian had much word to do To heal the wounds of Danish reign He planned a massive call to arms To remove the last of the Dane To Clontarf Brian’s army marched To give the Dane their final fight The army charged with swords help high The Viking line was soon in sight The battle rages for many hours And many fine warriors fell But victory was always ours The Gaelic might could not be quelled Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a Viking blade was his fate Brian Boru, our last Ard Rí Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the Vikings from his sight |
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5. | The March to Cluain Tairbh | 02:00 | instrumental |
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6. | Viking Slayer | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
I watch the sky turning black And know the time is fast approaching My clan they all look to me I turn away, I face the ocean In the dark I see a fleet of long-ships on the horizon Again the Vikings come, to this land they are a poison Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids Their boats now pulled to shore Scrawny men pour forth from the hull Their faces look ailing and drawn But their minds are bent on the cull On they come, these Viking raiders, pale and grey With withered bodies and swords to slay Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line But we are butchers and they are our swine By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here Stand firm at your line and show to fear From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands But instead tonight they will die by Gaelic hands I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the Vikings Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder So many of my warriors die, as they stop Viking plunder In the distance I see, their leader so wretched and vile Leading his men with pride, I see his weakness and I smile Caught up in his stupor of greed, I slice his head from his neck His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day |
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7. | 1014 A.D. | 03:36 | instrumental |
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8. | Some Say the Devil Is Dead (Wolfe Tones cover) | 03:13 | Show lyrics |
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow Feed the pigs and milk the cow, early in the morning Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, Paddy dear I’m over here Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, it’s time to stop your yawning Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Katie she is tall and thin, she’s tall and thin, and tall and thin Katie she is tall and thin, and like her drops of brandy Drinks it in the bed each night, drinks it in the bed each night Drinks it in the bed each night, it makes her nice and randy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army The wife she has the hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing The wife she has the hairy thing, she showed it to me on Sunday She bought it in the furrier’s shop, bought it in the furrier’s shop She bought it in the furriers’s shop, it’s going back on Monday Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army My one’s over six feet tall, six feet tall, six feet tall My one’s over six feet tall, she likes the sugar candy Goes to bed at six o’clock, goes to bed at six o’clock Goes to bed at six o’clock, she’s lazy, fat and dandy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army |
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9. | 1000 Years | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
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10. | Lament for the Wild Geese | 01:28 | instrumental |
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11. | Erinsong | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
I am the wind that blows over the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am a vulture on the rock I am a ray of the sun I am the fairest of plants I am a wild boar in valour Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Created by magic, cast from the Gods and the Sidhe I am a salmon in the water I am a lake in the plain I am the craft of the artificer I am a word of science I am the god that creates In the head of man the fire of thought I am the spear-point cast in battle I am the druid, I am the God Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Who shows the place where the sun goes to rest if not I? |
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12. | Summoning of the Sídhe | 03:00 | instrumental |
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13. | The Fall of Gondolin | 07:46 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon reigned Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea To tell the people of Gondolin Prepare to fight or flee But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city And the terror of Morgoth he knew The city was discovered And Morgoth sent his legions Orc warriors with the fire-drakes Led by the Balrog demons They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell The way was now clear, through the Elven halls The orcs of such hatred poured into the breath With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath And the kindred of the tree-bravely they fought The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons And made for the folk of the hammer They fled in terror rather than of craft Down in the plain they all gathered But the fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose The most beautiful city built on the Middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon reigned But now it lay akin to ruins As the fire devoured its insides The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee abd hide But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city |
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Pagan
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Michelle O’Brien | Fiddle |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Bombard, Recorder, Keyboards |
Chris Kavanagh | Vocals (track 8) |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Tommy Martin | Uillean pipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Howe | Cover art, Artwork |
Al Cowen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Michael Collins | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
A volunteer in his nation’s struggle Another soldier in the G.P.O. The rising failed - our leaders captured The English grip would not let go But Michael would return to lead us In our fight to re-claim our land The I.R.B. will march victorious For they shall have the upper hand He railled men from far and wide To join the rebellion that lay ahead His murder squad was formed in earnest The secret service soon lay dead In reprisal the British army killed Innocent people watching a hurling game That day would become a turning point Irish psyche would never be the same The customs house was set on fire The I.R.B. became the I.R.A. The time was nigh to call a cease-fire July 11th would be that day De Valera, our elected president Knew a republic he would not get He sent Collins to meet the British He sent Collins to his death! The British treaty was signed by Collins A free state was all they would give A step towards independence Is better that a war we cannot win Many people did not agree with him Civil war split the country in two Michael would die from an Irish bullet He gave his best, what more could he do? |
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2. | Pagan | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
A scourge on the world from the earliest days Christ, his church and his sinister ways Starter of wars, instigator of crimes Despoiler of cultures, destroyer of minds More people have died in the name of Christ Than any other in the history of life You kill all who oppose your perfidious might A religion of conquest born in black light Our father who art in heaven Corruption be thy name You blind your people with lies False prophet your only gain Thy kingdom come and be done Your time is now at an end The veil is slowly being lifted Your past you must try to defend They prey on our children so young and naive These pedophile bastards they are a disease They preach about love, or so I am told But the love that they practice is twisted and cold |
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3. | The Gael | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
I hear you calling Your voice so fair I reach out to touch you But know you’re not there The summer is ending Clouds darken the sky As the rain starts to fall I weep and I cry No more can I see you Now you have passed on The world seems so lifeless And cold with you gone I look at the place Were we both used to lie And think of times past With a tear in my eye |
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4. | Ard Rí na hÉireann | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
A tale of honor I will now tell About a man, strong and true Brian Boru was his name And through his deeds a nation grew He was born in a time of bondage The Viking raiders claimed his lands His hatred grew when he saw his mother Killed by vicious Viking hands His brother Mahon strived for peace Brian knew it would never come The Vikings have us by the throat! They kill our children just for fun Boru left with a group of men They rode into the fading light He would attack the many Viking camps And vanish in the dark of night Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a Viking blade was his fate Brian Boru, our last Ard Rí Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the Vikings from his sight Malachy, the king of Meath, with Brian face to face They both agreed that Brian should take The monarchy of the Gaelic race Brian had much word to do To heal the wounds of Danish reign He planned a massive call to arms To remove the last of the Dane To Clontarf Brian’s army marched To give the Dane their final fight The army charged with swords help high The Viking line was soon in sight The battle rages for many hours And many fine warriors fell But victory was always ours The Gaelic might could not be quelled Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a Viking blade was his fate Brian Boru, our last Ard Rí Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the Vikings from his sight |
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5. | The March to Cluain Tairbh | 02:00 | instrumental |
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6. | Viking Slayer | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
I watch the sky turning black And know the time is fast approaching My clan they all look to me I turn away, I face the ocean In the dark I see a fleet of long-ships on the horizon Again the Vikings come, to this land they are a poison Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids Their boats now pulled to shore Scrawny men pour forth from the hull Their faces look ailing and drawn But their minds are bent on the cull On they come, these Viking raiders, pale and grey With withered bodies and swords to slay Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line But we are butchers and they are our swine By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here Stand firm at your line and show to fear From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands But instead tonight they will die by Gaelic hands I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the Vikings Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder So many of my warriors die, as they stop Viking plunder In the distance I see, their leader so wretched and vile Leading his men with pride, I see his weakness and I smile Caught up in his stupor of greed, I slice his head from his neck His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day |
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7. | 1014 A.D. | 03:36 | instrumental |
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8. | Some Say the Devil Is Dead (Wolfe Tones cover) | 03:13 | Show lyrics |
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow Feed the pigs and milk the cow, early in the morning Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, Paddy dear I’m over here Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, it’s time to stop your yawning Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Katie she is tall and thin, she’s tall and thin, and tall and thin Katie she is tall and thin, and like her drops of brandy Drinks it in the bed each night, drinks it in the bed each night Drinks it in the bed each night, it makes her nice and randy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army The wife she has the hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing The wife she has the hairy thing, she showed it to me on Sunday She bought it in the furrier’s shop, bought it in the furrier’s shop She bought it in the furriers’s shop, it’s going back on Monday Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army My one’s over six feet tall, six feet tall, six feet tall My one’s over six feet tall, she likes the sugar candy Goes to bed at six o’clock, goes to bed at six o’clock Goes to bed at six o’clock, she’s lazy, fat and dandy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army |
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9. | 1000 Years | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
As I look out across the sea I stand proud but am I free? A thousand years have come and gone I have won, I will go on Stand firm against the storm I cannot see it but it will come And with the ghosts of a million Gaels I will rise up, I will prevail You can starve my children You can kill my fighting man Take away my right to freedom And when my back is turned you kill again You can burn my houses Take away all that I have known But the seeds are sown When the Dane invaded The held the Gael with a strangle-hold Until Boru joined to clans He won the war, re-claimed my lands My green fields have been stained red From the blood of the Irish dead But with this fire that burns inside I will always rebel, I will survive You can starve my children You can kill my fighting man Take away my right to freedom And when my back is turned you kill again You can burn my houses Take away all that I have known But the seeds are sown |
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10. | Lament for the Wild Geese | 01:28 | instrumental |
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11. | Erinsong | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
I am the wind that blows over the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am a vulture on the rock I am a ray of the sun I am the fairest of plants I am a wild boar in valour Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Created by magic, cast from the Gods and the Sidhe I am a salmon in the water I am a lake in the plain I am the craft of the artificer I am a word of science I am the god that creates In the head of man the fire of thought I am the spear-point cast in battle I am the druid, I am the God Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Who shows the place where the sun goes to rest if not I? |
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12. | Summoning of the Sídhe | 03:00 | instrumental |
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13. | The Fall of Gondolin | 07:46 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon reigned Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea To tell the people of Gondolin Prepare to fight or flee But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city And the terror of Morgoth he knew The city was discovered And Morgoth sent his legions Orc warriors with the fire-drakes Led by the Balrog demons They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell The way was now clear, through the Elven halls The orcs of such hatred poured into the breath With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath And the kindred of the tree-bravely they fought The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons And made for the folk of the hammer They fled in terror rather than of craft Down in the plain they all gathered But the fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose The most beautiful city built on the Middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon reigned But now it lay akin to ruins As the fire devoured its insides The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee abd hide But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city |
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Pagan
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Michelle O’Brien | Fiddle |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Bombard, Recorder, Keyboards |
Chris Kavanagh | Vocals (track 8) |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Tommy Martin | Uillean pipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Howe | Cover art, Artwork |
Al Cowen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Michael Collins | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
A volunteer in his nation’s struggle Another soldier in the G.P.O. The rising failed - our leaders captured The English grip would not let go But Michael would return to lead us In our fight to re-claim our land The I.R.B. will march victorious For they shall have the upper hand He railled men from far and wide To join the rebellion that lay ahead His murder squad was formed in earnest The secret service soon lay dead In reprisal the British army killed Innocent people watching a hurling game That day would become a turning point Irish psyche would never be the same The customs house was set on fire The I.R.B. became the I.R.A. The time was nigh to call a cease-fire July 11th would be that day De Valera, our elected president Knew a republic he would not get He sent Collins to meet the British He sent Collins to his death! The British treaty was signed by Collins A free state was all they would give A step towards independence Is better that a war we cannot win Many people did not agree with him Civil war split the country in two Michael would die from an Irish bullet He gave his best, what more could he do? |
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2. | Pagan | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
A scourge on the world from the earliest days Christ, his church and his sinister ways Starter of wars, instigator of crimes Despoiler of cultures, destroyer of minds More people have died in the name of Christ Than any other in the history of life You kill all who oppose your perfidious might A religion of conquest born in black light Our father who art in heaven Corruption be thy name You blind your people with lies False prophet your only gain Thy kingdom come and be done Your time is now at an end The veil is slowly being lifted Your past you must try to defend They prey on our children so young and naive These pedophile bastards they are a disease They preach about love, or so I am told But the love that they practice is twisted and cold |
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3. | The Gael | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
I hear you calling Your voice so fair I reach out to touch you But know you’re not there The summer is ending Clouds darken the sky As the rain starts to fall I weep and I cry No more can I see you Now you have passed on The world seems so lifeless And cold with you gone I look at the place Were we both used to lie And think of times past With a tear in my eye |
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4. | Ard Rí na hÉireann | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
A tale of honor I will now tell About a man, strong and true Brian Boru was his name And through his deeds a nation grew He was born in a time of bondage The Viking raiders claimed his lands His hatred grew when he saw his mother Killed by vicious Viking hands His brother Mahon strived for peace Brian knew it would never come The Vikings have us by the throat! They kill our children just for fun Boru left with a group of men They rode into the fading light He would attack the many Viking camps And vanish in the dark of night Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a Viking blade was his fate Brian Boru, our last Ard Rí Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the Vikings from his sight Malachy, the king of Meath, with Brian face to face They both agreed that Brian should take The monarchy of the Gaelic race Brian had much word to do To heal the wounds of Danish reign He planned a massive call to arms To remove the last of the Dane To Clontarf Brian’s army marched To give the Dane their final fight The army charged with swords help high The Viking line was soon in sight The battle rages for many hours And many fine warriors fell But victory was always ours The Gaelic might could not be quelled Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a Viking blade was his fate Brian Boru, our last Ard Rí Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the Vikings from his sight |
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5. | The March to Cluain Tairbh | 02:00 | instrumental |
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6. | Viking Slayer | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
I watch the sky turning black And know the time is fast approaching My clan they all look to me I turn away, I face the ocean In the dark I see a fleet of long-ships on the horizon Again the Vikings come, to this land they are a poison Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids Their boats now pulled to shore Scrawny men pour forth from the hull Their faces look ailing and drawn But their minds are bent on the cull On they come, these Viking raiders, pale and grey With withered bodies and swords to slay Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line But we are butchers and they are our swine By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here Stand firm at your line and show to fear From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands But instead tonight they will die by Gaelic hands I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the Vikings Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder So many of my warriors die, as they stop Viking plunder In the distance I see, their leader so wretched and vile Leading his men with pride, I see his weakness and I smile Caught up in his stupor of greed, I slice his head from his neck His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day |
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7. | 1014 A.D. | 03:36 | instrumental |
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8. | Some Say the Devil Is Dead (Wolfe Tones cover) | 03:13 | Show lyrics |
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow Feed the pigs and milk the cow, early in the morning Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, Paddy dear I’m over here Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, it’s time to stop your yawning Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Katie she is tall and thin, she’s tall and thin, and tall and thin Katie she is tall and thin, and like her drops of brandy Drinks it in the bed each night, drinks it in the bed each night Drinks it in the bed each night, it makes her nice and randy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army The wife she has the hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing The wife she has the hairy thing, she showed it to me on Sunday She bought it in the furrier’s shop, bought it in the furrier’s shop She bought it in the furriers’s shop, it’s going back on Monday Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army My one’s over six feet tall, six feet tall, six feet tall My one’s over six feet tall, she likes the sugar candy Goes to bed at six o’clock, goes to bed at six o’clock Goes to bed at six o’clock, she’s lazy, fat and dandy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army |
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9. | 1000 Years | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
As I look out across the sea I stand proud but am I free? A thousand years have come and gone I have won, I will go on Stand firm against the storm I cannot see it but it will come And with the ghosts of a million Gaels I will rise up, I will prevail You can starve my children You can kill my fighting man Take away my right to freedom And when my back is turned you kill again You can burn my houses Take away all that I have known But the seeds are sown When the Dane invaded The held the Gael with a strangle-hold Until Boru joined to clans He won the war, re-claimed my lands My green fields have been stained red From the blood of the Irish dead But with this fire that burns inside I will always rebel, I will survive You can starve my children You can kill my fighting man Take away my right to freedom And when my back is turned you kill again You can burn my houses Take away all that I have known But the seeds are sown |
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10. | Lament for the Wild Geese | 01:28 | instrumental |
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11. | Erinsong | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
I am the wind that blows over the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am a vulture on the rock I am a ray of the sun I am the fairest of plants I am a wild boar in valour Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Created by magic, cast from the Gods and the Sidhe I am a salmon in the water I am a lake in the plain I am the craft of the artificer I am a word of science I am the god that creates In the head of man the fire of thought I am the spear-point cast in battle I am the druid, I am the God Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Who shows the place where the sun goes to rest if not I? |
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12. | Summoning of the Sídhe | 03:00 | instrumental |
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13. | The Fall of Gondolin | 07:46 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon reigned Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea To tell the people of Gondolin Prepare to fight or flee But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city And the terror of Morgoth he knew The city was discovered And Morgoth sent his legions Orc warriors with the fire-drakes Led by the Balrog demons They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell The way was now clear, through the Elven halls The orcs of such hatred poured into the breath With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath And the kindred of the tree-bravely they fought The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons And made for the folk of the hammer They fled in terror rather than of craft Down in the plain they all gathered But the fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose The most beautiful city built on the Middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon reigned But now it lay akin to ruins As the fire devoured its insides The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee abd hide But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city |
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52:31 |
Pagan
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Michelle O’Brien | Fiddle |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Bombard, Recorder, Keyboards |
Chris Kavanagh | Vocals (track 8) |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Tommy Martin | Uillean pipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Howe | Cover art, Artwork |
Al Cowen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Michael Collins | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
A volunteer in his nation’s struggle Another soldier in the G.P.O. The rising failed - our leaders captured The English grip would not let go But Michael would return to lead us In our fight to re-claim our land The I.R.B. will march victorious For they shall have the upper hand He railled men from far and wide To join the rebellion that lay ahead His murder squad was formed in earnest The secret service soon lay dead In reprisal the British army killed Innocent people watching a hurling game That day would become a turning point Irish psyche would never be the same The customs house was set on fire The I.R.B. became the I.R.A. The time was nigh to call a cease-fire July 11th would be that day De Valera, our elected president Knew a republic he would not get He sent Collins to meet the British He sent Collins to his death! The British treaty was signed by Collins A free state was all they would give A step towards independence Is better that a war we cannot win Many people did not agree with him Civil war split the country in two Michael would die from an Irish bullet He gave his best, what more could he do? |
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2. | Pagan | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
A scourge on the world from the earliest days Christ, his church and his sinister ways Starter of wars, instigator of crimes Despoiler of cultures, destroyer of minds More people have died in the name of Christ Than any other in the history of life You kill all who oppose your perfidious might A religion of conquest born in black light Our father who art in heaven Corruption be thy name You blind your people with lies False prophet your only gain Thy kingdom come and be done Your time is now at an end The veil is slowly being lifted Your past you must try to defend They prey on our children so young and naive These pedophile bastards they are a disease They preach about love, or so I am told But the love that they practice is twisted and cold |
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3. | The Gael | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
I hear you calling Your voice so fair I reach out to touch you But know you’re not there The summer is ending Clouds darken the sky As the rain starts to fall I weep and I cry No more can I see you Now you have passed on The world seems so lifeless And cold with you gone I look at the place Were we both used to lie And think of times past With a tear in my eye |
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4. | Ard Rí na hÉireann | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
A tale of honor I will now tell About a man, strong and true Brian Boru was his name And through his deeds a nation grew He was born in a time of bondage The Viking raiders claimed his lands His hatred grew when he saw his mother Killed by vicious Viking hands His brother Mahon strived for peace Brian knew it would never come The Vikings have us by the throat! They kill our children just for fun Boru left with a group of men They rode into the fading light He would attack the many Viking camps And vanish in the dark of night Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a Viking blade was his fate Brian Boru, our last Ard Rí Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the Vikings from his sight Malachy, the king of Meath, with Brian face to face They both agreed that Brian should take The monarchy of the Gaelic race Brian had much word to do To heal the wounds of Danish reign He planned a massive call to arms To remove the last of the Dane To Clontarf Brian’s army marched To give the Dane their final fight The army charged with swords help high The Viking line was soon in sight The battle rages for many hours And many fine warriors fell But victory was always ours The Gaelic might could not be quelled Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a Viking blade was his fate Brian Boru, our last Ard Rí Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the Vikings from his sight |
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5. | The March to Cluain Tairbh | 02:00 | instrumental |
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6. | Viking Slayer | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
I watch the sky turning black And know the time is fast approaching My clan they all look to me I turn away, I face the ocean In the dark I see a fleet of long-ships on the horizon Again the Vikings come, to this land they are a poison Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids Their boats now pulled to shore Scrawny men pour forth from the hull Their faces look ailing and drawn But their minds are bent on the cull On they come, these Viking raiders, pale and grey With withered bodies and swords to slay Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line But we are butchers and they are our swine By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here Stand firm at your line and show to fear From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands But instead tonight they will die by Gaelic hands I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the Vikings Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder So many of my warriors die, as they stop Viking plunder In the distance I see, their leader so wretched and vile Leading his men with pride, I see his weakness and I smile Caught up in his stupor of greed, I slice his head from his neck His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day |
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7. | 1014 A.D. | 03:36 | instrumental |
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8. | Some Say the Devil Is Dead (Wolfe Tones cover) | 03:13 | Show lyrics |
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow Feed the pigs and milk the cow, early in the morning Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, Paddy dear I’m over here Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, it’s time to stop your yawning Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Katie she is tall and thin, she’s tall and thin, and tall and thin Katie she is tall and thin, and like her drops of brandy Drinks it in the bed each night, drinks it in the bed each night Drinks it in the bed each night, it makes her nice and randy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army The wife she has the hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing The wife she has the hairy thing, she showed it to me on Sunday She bought it in the furrier’s shop, bought it in the furrier’s shop She bought it in the furriers’s shop, it’s going back on Monday Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army My one’s over six feet tall, six feet tall, six feet tall My one’s over six feet tall, she likes the sugar candy Goes to bed at six o’clock, goes to bed at six o’clock Goes to bed at six o’clock, she’s lazy, fat and dandy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army |
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9. | 1000 Years | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
As I look out across the sea I stand proud but am I free? A thousand years have come and gone I have won, I will go on Stand firm against the storm I cannot see it but it will come And with the ghosts of a million Gaels I will rise up, I will prevail You can starve my children You can kill my fighting man Take away my right to freedom And when my back is turned you kill again You can burn my houses Take away all that I have known But the seeds are sown When the Dane invaded The held the Gael with a strangle-hold Until Boru joined to clans He won the war, re-claimed my lands My green fields have been stained red From the blood of the Irish dead But with this fire that burns inside I will always rebel, I will survive You can starve my children You can kill my fighting man Take away my right to freedom And when my back is turned you kill again You can burn my houses Take away all that I have known But the seeds are sown |
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10. | Lament for the Wild Geese | 01:28 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | Erinsong | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
I am the wind that blows over the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am a vulture on the rock I am a ray of the sun I am the fairest of plants I am a wild boar in valour Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Created by magic, cast from the Gods and the Sidhe I am a salmon in the water I am a lake in the plain I am the craft of the artificer I am a word of science I am the god that creates In the head of man the fire of thought I am the spear-point cast in battle I am the druid, I am the God Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Who shows the place where the sun goes to rest if not I? |
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12. | Summoning of the Sídhe | 03:00 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
13. | The Fall of Gondolin | 07:46 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon reigned Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea To tell the people of Gondolin Prepare to fight or flee But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city And the terror of Morgoth he knew The city was discovered And Morgoth sent his legions Orc warriors with the fire-drakes Led by the Balrog demons They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell The way was now clear, through the Elven halls The orcs of such hatred poured into the breath With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath And the kindred of the tree-bravely they fought The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons And made for the folk of the hammer They fled in terror rather than of craft Down in the plain they all gathered But the fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose The most beautiful city built on the Middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon reigned But now it lay akin to ruins As the fire devoured its insides The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee abd hide But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city |
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52:31 |
Pagan
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals, Percussion |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Clohessy | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
Michelle O’Brien | Fiddle |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Bombard, Recorder, Keyboards |
Chris Kavanagh | Vocals (track 8) |
Diane O’Keefe | Cello |
Tommy Martin | Uillean pipes |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Howe | Cover art, Artwork |
Al Cowen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
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1. | Michael Collins | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
A volunteer in his nation’s struggle Another soldier in the G.P.O. The rising failed - our leaders captured The English grip would not let go But Michael would return to lead us In our fight to re-claim our land The I.R.B. will march victorious For they shall have the upper hand He railled men from far and wide To join the rebellion that lay ahead His murder squad was formed in earnest The secret service soon lay dead In reprisal the British army killed Innocent people watching a hurling game That day would become a turning point Irish psyche would never be the same The customs house was set on fire The I.R.B. became the I.R.A. The time was nigh to call a cease-fire July 11th would be that day De Valera, our elected president Knew a republic he would not get He sent Collins to meet the British He sent Collins to his death! The British treaty was signed by Collins A free state was all they would give A step towards independence Is better that a war we cannot win Many people did not agree with him Civil war split the country in two Michael would die from an Irish bullet He gave his best, what more could he do? |
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2. | Pagan | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
A scourge on the world from the earliest days Christ, his church and his sinister ways Starter of wars, instigator of crimes Despoiler of cultures, destroyer of minds More people have died in the name of Christ Than any other in the history of life You kill all who oppose your perfidious might A religion of conquest born in black light Our father who art in heaven Corruption be thy name You blind your people with lies False prophet your only gain Thy kingdom come and be done Your time is now at an end The veil is slowly being lifted Your past you must try to defend They prey on our children so young and naive These pedophile bastards they are a disease They preach about love, or so I am told But the love that they practice is twisted and cold |
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3. | The Gael | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
I hear you calling Your voice so fair I reach out to touch you But know you’re not there The summer is ending Clouds darken the sky As the rain starts to fall I weep and I cry No more can I see you Now you have passed on The world seems so lifeless And cold with you gone I look at the place Were we both used to lie And think of times past With a tear in my eye |
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4. | Ard Rí na hÉireann | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
A tale of honor I will now tell About a man, strong and true Brian Boru was his name And through his deeds a nation grew He was born in a time of bondage The Viking raiders claimed his lands His hatred grew when he saw his mother Killed by vicious Viking hands His brother Mahon strived for peace Brian knew it would never come The Vikings have us by the throat! They kill our children just for fun Boru left with a group of men They rode into the fading light He would attack the many Viking camps And vanish in the dark of night Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a Viking blade was his fate Brian Boru, our last Ard Rí Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the Vikings from his sight Malachy, the king of Meath, with Brian face to face They both agreed that Brian should take The monarchy of the Gaelic race Brian had much word to do To heal the wounds of Danish reign He planned a massive call to arms To remove the last of the Dane To Clontarf Brian’s army marched To give the Dane their final fight The army charged with swords help high The Viking line was soon in sight The battle rages for many hours And many fine warriors fell But victory was always ours The Gaelic might could not be quelled Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a Viking blade was his fate Brian Boru, our last Ard Rí Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the Vikings from his sight |
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5. | The March to Cluain Tairbh | 02:00 | instrumental |
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6. | Viking Slayer | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
I watch the sky turning black And know the time is fast approaching My clan they all look to me I turn away, I face the ocean In the dark I see a fleet of long-ships on the horizon Again the Vikings come, to this land they are a poison Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids Their boats now pulled to shore Scrawny men pour forth from the hull Their faces look ailing and drawn But their minds are bent on the cull On they come, these Viking raiders, pale and grey With withered bodies and swords to slay Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line But we are butchers and they are our swine By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here Stand firm at your line and show to fear From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands But instead tonight they will die by Gaelic hands I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the Vikings Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder So many of my warriors die, as they stop Viking plunder In the distance I see, their leader so wretched and vile Leading his men with pride, I see his weakness and I smile Caught up in his stupor of greed, I slice his head from his neck His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day |
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7. | 1014 A.D. | 03:36 | instrumental |
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8. | Some Say the Devil Is Dead (Wolfe Tones cover) | 03:13 | Show lyrics |
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow Feed the pigs and milk the cow, early in the morning Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, Paddy dear I’m over here Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, it’s time to stop your yawning Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Katie she is tall and thin, she’s tall and thin, and tall and thin Katie she is tall and thin, and like her drops of brandy Drinks it in the bed each night, drinks it in the bed each night Drinks it in the bed each night, it makes her nice and randy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army The wife she has the hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing The wife she has the hairy thing, she showed it to me on Sunday She bought it in the furrier’s shop, bought it in the furrier’s shop She bought it in the furriers’s shop, it’s going back on Monday Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army My one’s over six feet tall, six feet tall, six feet tall My one’s over six feet tall, she likes the sugar candy Goes to bed at six o’clock, goes to bed at six o’clock Goes to bed at six o’clock, she’s lazy, fat and dandy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army |
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9. | 1000 Years | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
As I look out across the sea I stand proud but am I free? A thousand years have come and gone I have won, I will go on Stand firm against the storm I cannot see it but it will come And with the ghosts of a million Gaels I will rise up, I will prevail You can starve my children You can kill my fighting man Take away my right to freedom And when my back is turned you kill again You can burn my houses Take away all that I have known But the seeds are sown When the Dane invaded The held the Gael with a strangle-hold Until Boru joined to clans He won the war, re-claimed my lands My green fields have been stained red From the blood of the Irish dead But with this fire that burns inside I will always rebel, I will survive You can starve my children You can kill my fighting man Take away my right to freedom And when my back is turned you kill again You can burn my houses Take away all that I have known But the seeds are sown |
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10. | Lament for the Wild Geese | 01:28 | instrumental |
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11. | Erinsong | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
I am the wind that blows over the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am a vulture on the rock I am a ray of the sun I am the fairest of plants I am a wild boar in valour Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Created by magic, cast from the Gods and the Sidhe I am a salmon in the water I am a lake in the plain I am the craft of the artificer I am a word of science I am the god that creates In the head of man the fire of thought I am the spear-point cast in battle I am the druid, I am the God Come with me, I’ll show you eternity This magical ring, it holds the key to everything Our faerie land, the forests and mountains you see Who shows the place where the sun goes to rest if not I? |
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12. | Summoning of the Sídhe | 03:00 | instrumental |
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13. | The Fall of Gondolin | 07:46 | Show lyrics |
The most beautiful city built on the Middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon reigned Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea To tell the people of Gondolin Prepare to fight or flee But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city And the terror of Morgoth he knew The city was discovered And Morgoth sent his legions Orc warriors with the fire-drakes Led by the Balrog demons They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell The way was now clear, through the Elven halls The orcs of such hatred poured into the breath With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath And the kindred of the tree-bravely they fought The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons And made for the folk of the hammer They fled in terror rather than of craft Down in the plain they all gathered But the fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart The Noldor began to realise the battle they’d lose The most beautiful city built on the Middle-earth It’s splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon reigned But now it lay akin to ruins As the fire devoured its insides The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee abd hide But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city |
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The Morrigan’s Call
Members | |
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Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Clohessy | Bass, Aldotrube |
John Ryan | Fiddle, Violin, Mandocello, Bowed bass, Banjo, Vocals (grunts, track 1) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
Aine O’Dwyer | Irish harp |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gail Liebling | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art, Artwork |
Matthias Zimmer | Layout |
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1. | Shelob | 03:05 | Show lyrics |
A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile, a beast with no mercy or heart. She will lead you in with a sinister grin, and then she will tear you apart. Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite. Her cruel claws will hold you tight. This sickly spider will rip your skin and poison you from within. Her horrible reign has lasted an age; yet no one will challenge her rule. She lives un-checked in her cave of web, so brutal, malicious and cruel. But a traveller came from the north one day, so innocent, caring and kind. Blind walked the traveller into the cave, unaware of what he might find. The beast attacked with all its might. The traveller ran from its sight. He pierced the creature, a painful strike, then ran from the cave in fright. Now the beast remains in her cave of hate claiming victims whenever she can, but not our hero, who came from the north. Stronger is he since he ran. A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile, a beast with no mercy or heart. She will lead you in with a sinister grin, and then she will tear you apart. Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite. Her cruel claws will hold you tight. This sickly spider will rip your skin and poison you from within. Her horrible reign has lasted an age; yet no one will challenge her rule. She lives un-checked in her cave of web, so brutal, malicious and cruel. But a traveller came from the north one day, so innocent, caring and kind. Blind walked the traveller into the cave, unaware of what he might find. The beast attacked with all its might. The traveller ran from its sight. He pierced the creature, a painful strike, then ran from the cave in fright. Now the beast remains in her cave of hate claiming victims whenever she can, but not our hero, who came from the north. Stronger is he since he ran. |
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2. | The Brown Bull of Cooley | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. She wanted the bull that dwelled in Cooley - a magnificent beast that she longed to see. Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. She longed for the bull that dwelled in Cooley - a magnificent beast that she longed to see. The men of Ulster would not concur. “No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” She gathers her armies she looks to the north. On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. The men of Ulster would not concur. “No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” She gathers her armies she looks to the north. On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. Maeve is warned by a faerie prophet: she had a vision of evil, malice and death. “This cannot be, as anyone will tell, the men of Ulster are held by an ancient spell.” But true this news was and here I will tell why - Ulster’s defender was merely a boy. Cuchulainn was his name; he was free from the curse. Single combat was arranged and he would fight first. He slays many soldiers through the day and night. No matter whom he faces, Cuchulainn wins the fight. He is watched by The Morrigan, the Goddess of war. Love grows in her heart as she views from afar. The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. “Men are being killed, women carried away!” He called to the warriors who were in disarray. Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. “Men are being killed, women carried away!” Their lines are broken, in disarray. An accident happened and his head was cut off, but continued to speak and choke and cough. This spectacle brings Ulster out of its spell; they go to Cuchulainn and Ulster fights well. Maeve has been defeated and to Connaught he returns, but there is a twist to this tale, a very strange turn. She captured the bull and brought it to Cruachan. It killed her own bull and in the morning was gone. |
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3. | Coffin Ships | 01:50 | instrumental |
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4. | The Great Hunger | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
We are alone in this cursed land, left to die like starving dogs. Our crops have failed us yet again; nothing grows in this desolate bog. I hold my daughter in my arms. She is too weak to stand or walk. Her face is gaunt, her belly empty; she cannot see, she cannot talk. What money I had has all been spent, on bread and milk and bloody rent. They take from us all that we have, these bastards that from Hell were sent. My wife is dead. My home is lost, all around me dead and dying. I grip my child, I hold her tight. I must go on, I must keep trying. To the harbour is where I plan to go, to escape the land I love so dear. The English are the rulers here. They eat their fill. The have no fear. I look to the heavens and shout aloud “What has poor Ireland done?” The world looks on and sees us starve, dying one by one. My strength has failed, I can’t go on. Beside my daughter I lay. Some bread or corn could save her life. All I can do is pray. I hold her hand and wipe a tear as I watch a new day dawn. My daughter seems so peaceful now; to heaven she is gone. |
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5. | The Old Woman in the Woods | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, weile weile waile. There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, down by the river Saile. She had a baby three months old, weile weile waile. She had a baby three months old, down by the river Saile. She had a pen knife, long and sharp, weile weile waile. She had a pen knife, long and sharp, down by the river Saile. She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, weile weile waile. She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, down by the river Saile. There were three loud knocks come a’knockin on the door, weile weile waile. There were three loud knocks come a’knockin on the door, down by the river Saile. There were two policemen and a special-branchman, weile weile waile. There were two policemen and a special-branchman, down by the river Saile. They put a rope around her neck, weile weile waile. They put a rope around her neck, down by the river Saile. They pulled the rope and she got hung, weile weile waile. They pulled the rope and she got hung, down by the river Saile. And that was the end of the woman in the woods, weile weile waile. And that was the end of the baby too, down by the river Saile. |
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6. | Ungoliant | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
Evil incarnate from the depths of night, a monstrous creature that hungers for light. Corrupted by Melkor to do as he says, this hideous spider, unwillingly obeys. Telperion and Laurelin shone brightly this night, these trees of the Gods, created for light. All around Valmar shone silver and gold. Melkor seen this and his grew cold. Over the fields of Valinor she came; the fear of Melkor drove her insane, to the mound where the trees did grow. Melkor struck both with a mighty blow. Their sap poured forth as if it were blood. Ungoliant drank as fast as she could. All across Valinor darkness did reign. Their evil achieved: the trees lay slain. |
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7. | The Morrigan’s Call | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
I fall to my knees, I await my death. A fallen warrior, hear my last breath. I fought so fierce, I fought with pride. Now I am just another who died. Who will care for my child? Who will care for my wife? I leave them behind at the end of my life. I long to stay and watch my child grow, but I am dead and I must go. |
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8. | Téir Abhaile Riú | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, a Mhary, Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche ,s beidh sé agat ar maidin. Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, a Mhary, Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche ,s beidh sé agat ar maidin. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh déanta, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh déanta! Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh déanta, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh déanta! Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. |
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9. | Wolfe Tone | 02:58 | Show lyrics |
Born in occupied Dublin town, as the sun shone down on tyranny, Wolfe Tone grew up a privileged man, receiving a Trinity college degree. He despaired for his fellow countrymen under the rule of the British crown. When they rose up to claim their land, the British always beat them down. The society of (united) Irishmen he founded in 1791. They called for freedom from the crown. They wanted justice to be done. Outlawed they were for their noble views. Wolfe Tone was exiled from his land. All talk of freedom and liberty was forbidden and completely banned. He fought the fight he knew was right. For liberty he would give his life. His cause was just, his reasons fair: to free poor Eireann from despair. In Paris he got the support he craved: troops and supplies to aid his fight! The French would help the Irish cause; the flame of hope was burning bright. But not for long I’m sad to say, the British knew both where and when. Their spies had told them all and more; this rebellion failed again! Peasants armed with farming tools, filled with honour, strength and pride, faced the might of British steel. Thirty thousand Irish died. Wolfe Tone was captured. He cut his throat; he used his own kitchen knife. “After such heroic a sacrifice, it is no great effort to add my life.” He fought the fight he knew was right. For liberty he would give his life. His cause was just, his reasons fair: to free poor Eireann from despair. |
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10. | The Very Wild Rover | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
I’ve been the wild rover for many’s a year, and I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer and now I’m returning with gold in great store, and I never will play the wild rover no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I went to an alehouse I used to frequent and I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me “Nay”, saying “Custom like yours I can have any day”. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright and the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight. She said “I have whiskeys and wines of the best, and the words that I told you were only in jest.” And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I’ll go home to my parents, tell them what I’ve done, and I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son, and when they have kissed me, as oft-times before, I never will play the wild rover no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. |
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11. | Cuchulainn | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, he is of the otherworld. His father is God, Lugh Lamheada, his mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast for the Ard Ri Conchobhar. His mighty Hound had been unleashed to guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates. He did not know of Culann’s Hound. The Hound attacked and met its fate. It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was angered when he learned, his favourite Hound was no more, but Setanta swore he’d stay at night to guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on the day, which Cathbad declared auspicious. He took up arms on that day, would become famous but short lived. On his first battle foray, he killed the sons of Nechtin Seine. Also on that fateful day, he took his first battle frenzy. His body begins to twist and turn. His flesh revolves within his skin. His features turn red one by one and the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha and threatened to destroy the town. The naked women were then brought forth. He then began to calm down. He fell in love with Emer. Her father was appalled. “No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called.” He went to train with Domhnall and learned from him all that he could. “You must go and train with Scathach.” He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts, he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father, he quickly refused. Cuchulainn showed his battle temper. He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead. Emer’s father killed himself. The lovers were made to wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster during the mighty war and tain. When Maeve of Connaught invaded, he stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero. With Caladin, his Sword, he killed his best friend Ferdiad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, a javelin was thrown at him. It sliced his belly like a knife and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, where he took a final drink. A raven, who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh and tied himself against a stone. He faced his enemies standing up, but he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared until a crow perched on his arm. An otter began to drink his blood. “Cuchulainn is dead”, is what they said. |
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12. | Diarmuid and Grainne | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
The years they passed like a flowing stream in a highland vale shrouded in green. The Fianna marched with Fionn at their helm, though older and wiser this lord of the realm. He was loyal to his king, Cormac Mac Art and to his daughter would give his heart. Her name was Grainne, noble and fair, but to marry Fionn she would not dare. A feast was prepared in Tara’s great halls, marriage banners adorned on the walls. Grainne sat pale as the feast began then she spied Diarmuid and to him she ran. “My heart is filled with longing for you” she whispered to Diarmuid, he knew not what to do. “Grainne, so fair, with eyes like the sun, please, do not tempt me; do not anger Fionn.” She did not listen and she did not care; she enchanted Diarmuid with her fiery stare. He was under a geis to do what she pleased, (though) he did not resist or ask for release. During the night when the Fianna did sleep, through Tara’s great halls, the lovers did creep. They fled through the night, to where they knew not, away from Fionn. They dared not stop. The cry of hounds they heard in the night. They ran until they were far from sight. Days became weeks and still they fled; if caught by Fionn, they would both be dead. One night as they lay in a forest so dark, they pledged their love, gave each other their heart. They made love that night on a bed of grass, two lovers united, never to part. For a year and a half, the chase went on. Wherever Fionn looked, the lovers were gone. They were aided by Aengus, many a time. He was father of Diarmuid, a warrior fine. Aengus grew tired of this bitter pursuit; he met Fionn and the king to try end the dispute. Neither were pleased, but they did agree. They could live in peace; they were now free. Fionn relented and gave them some land. They lived in peace and all was grand. Years passed by and the lovers grew old; they had four sons who grew mighty and bold. Diarmuid longed to go hunting with Fionn, like in the old days, when they were young. One fateful night, he opened the door; there stood Fionn; they were friends once more. There was feasting that night and stories told. The two merry men remembered the battles of old. They planned to go hunting at first light, though Diarmuid heard cries throughout the night. The Boar was a beast he would not hunt, from the wildest swine to the smallest runt. To kill it would bring his own demise. This curse he had carried all his life. When morning came, Diarmuid set out. He remembered those cries and was filled with doubt. He came upon Fionn at the top of a hill. There was blood on his hands; he looked ready to kill. “A boar is loose, it has killed my hound.” Fionn pointed to the beast that lay on the ground. There then came a crash and the boar attacked. It struck Diarmuid hard and broke his back. As he fell down, he stabbed the boar. He killed the beast; it was no more. “Fionn, help me, I’m dying and you have the gift of healing, get water, I’m starting to drift.” Fionn ran to the stream and cupped his hand, but the water fell through and soaked into the sand. He tried again, this time with success, but when he returned Diarmuid was dead. Grainne fell ill when she heard he was dead. She cursed Fionn and Fianna, oh, how her heart bled. “Diarmuid, sweet Diarmuid, I will always love thee; I will never forget the way you loved me.” She lived on her own for some time on her land, until Fionn did come to ask for her hand. This time she agreed; Fionn had mended his ways. They went to Kildare to see out their days. |
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47:08 |
The Morrigan’s Call
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Karen Gilligan | Vocals |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Clohessy | Bass, Aldotrube |
John Ryan | Fiddle, Violin, Mandocello, Bowed bass, Banjo, Vocals (grunts, track 1) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
Aine O’Dwyer | Irish harp |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art, Artwork |
Matthias Zimmer | Layout |
Gail Liebling | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
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1. | Shelob | 03:05 | Show lyrics |
A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile, a beast with no mercy or heart. She will lead you in with a sinister grin, and then she will tear you apart. Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite. Her cruel claws will hold you tight. This sickly spider will rip your skin and poison you from within. Her horrible reign has lasted an age; yet no one will challenge her rule. She lives un-checked in her cave of web, so brutal, malicious and cruel. But a traveller came from the north one day, so innocent, caring and kind. Blind walked the traveller into the cave, unaware of what he might find. The beast attacked with all its might. The traveller ran from its sight. He pierced the creature, a painful strike, then ran from the cave in fright. Now the beast remains in her cave of hate claiming victims whenever she can, but not our hero, who came from the north. Stronger is he since he ran. A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile, a beast with no mercy or heart. She will lead you in with a sinister grin, and then she will tear you apart. Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite. Her cruel claws will hold you tight. This sickly spider will rip your skin and poison you from within. Her horrible reign has lasted an age; yet no one will challenge her rule. She lives un-checked in her cave of web, so brutal, malicious and cruel. But a traveller came from the north one day, so innocent, caring and kind. Blind walked the traveller into the cave, unaware of what he might find. The beast attacked with all its might. The traveller ran from its sight. He pierced the creature, a painful strike, then ran from the cave in fright. Now the beast remains in her cave of hate claiming victims whenever she can, but not our hero, who came from the north. Stronger is he since he ran. |
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2. | The Brown Bull of Cooley | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. She wanted the bull that dwelled in Cooley - a magnificent beast that she longed to see. Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. She longed for the bull that dwelled in Cooley - a magnificent beast that she longed to see. The men of Ulster would not concur. “No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” She gathers her armies she looks to the north. On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. The men of Ulster would not concur. “No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” She gathers her armies she looks to the north. On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. Maeve is warned by a faerie prophet: she had a vision of evil, malice and death. “This cannot be, as anyone will tell, the men of Ulster are held by an ancient spell.” But true this news was and here I will tell why - Ulster’s defender was merely a boy. Cuchulainn was his name; he was free from the curse. Single combat was arranged and he would fight first. He slays many soldiers through the day and night. No matter whom he faces, Cuchulainn wins the fight. He is watched by The Morrigan, the Goddess of war. Love grows in her heart as she views from afar. The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. “Men are being killed, women carried away!” He called to the warriors who were in disarray. Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. “Men are being killed, women carried away!” Their lines are broken, in disarray. An accident happened and his head was cut off, but continued to speak and choke and cough. This spectacle brings Ulster out of its spell; they go to Cuchulainn and Ulster fights well. Maeve has been defeated and to Connaught he returns, but there is a twist to this tale, a very strange turn. She captured the bull and brought it to Cruachan. It killed her own bull and in the morning was gone. |
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3. | Coffin Ships | 01:50 | instrumental |
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4. | The Great Hunger | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
We are alone in this cursed land, left to die like starving dogs. Our crops have failed us yet again; nothing grows in this desolate bog. I hold my daughter in my arms. She is too weak to stand or walk. Her face is gaunt, her belly empty; she cannot see, she cannot talk. What money I had has all been spent, on bread and milk and bloody rent. They take from us all that we have, these bastards that from Hell were sent. My wife is dead. My home is lost, all around me dead and dying. I grip my child, I hold her tight. I must go on, I must keep trying. To the harbour is where I plan to go, to escape the land I love so dear. The English are the rulers here. They eat their fill. The have no fear. I look to the heavens and shout aloud “What has poor Ireland done?” The world looks on and sees us starve, dying one by one. My strength has failed, I can’t go on. Beside my daughter I lay. Some bread or corn could save her life. All I can do is pray. I hold her hand and wipe a tear as I watch a new day dawn. My daughter seems so peaceful now; to heaven she is gone. |
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5. | The Old Woman in the Woods | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, weile weile waile. There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, down by the river Saile. She had a baby three months old, weile weile waile. She had a baby three months old, down by the river Saile. She had a pen knife, long and sharp, weile weile waile. She had a pen knife, long and sharp, down by the river Saile. She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, weile weile waile. She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, down by the river Saile. There were three loud knocks come a’knockin on the door, weile weile waile. There were three loud knocks come a’knockin on the door, down by the river Saile. There were two policemen and a special-branchman, weile weile waile. There were two policemen and a special-branchman, down by the river Saile. They put a rope around her neck, weile weile waile. They put a rope around her neck, down by the river Saile. They pulled the rope and she got hung, weile weile waile. They pulled the rope and she got hung, down by the river Saile. And that was the end of the woman in the woods, weile weile waile. And that was the end of the baby too, down by the river Saile. |
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6. | Ungoliant | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
Evil incarnate from the depths of night, a monstrous creature that hungers for light. Corrupted by Melkor to do as he says, this hideous spider, unwillingly obeys. Telperion and Laurelin shone brightly this night, these trees of the Gods, created for light. All around Valmar shone silver and gold. Melkor seen this and his grew cold. Over the fields of Valinor she came; the fear of Melkor drove her insane, to the mound where the trees did grow. Melkor struck both with a mighty blow. Their sap poured forth as if it were blood. Ungoliant drank as fast as she could. All across Valinor darkness did reign. Their evil achieved: the trees lay slain. |
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7. | The Morrigan’s Call | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
I fall to my knees, I await my death. A fallen warrior, hear my last breath. I fought so fierce, I fought with pride. Now I am just another who died. Who will care for my child? Who will care for my wife? I leave them behind at the end of my life. I long to stay and watch my child grow, but I am dead and I must go. |
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8. | Téir Abhaile Riú | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, a Mhary, Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche ,s beidh sé agat ar maidin. Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, a Mhary, Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche ,s beidh sé agat ar maidin. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh déanta, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh déanta! Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh déanta, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh déanta! Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. |
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9. | Wolfe Tone | 02:58 | Show lyrics |
Born in occupied Dublin town, as the sun shone down on tyranny, Wolfe Tone grew up a privileged man, receiving a Trinity college degree. He despaired for his fellow countrymen under the rule of the British crown. When they rose up to claim their land, the British always beat them down. The society of (united) Irishmen he founded in 1791. They called for freedom from the crown. They wanted justice to be done. Outlawed they were for their noble views. Wolfe Tone was exiled from his land. All talk of freedom and liberty was forbidden and completely banned. He fought the fight he knew was right. For liberty he would give his life. His cause was just, his reasons fair: to free poor Eireann from despair. In Paris he got the support he craved: troops and supplies to aid his fight! The French would help the Irish cause; the flame of hope was burning bright. But not for long I’m sad to say, the British knew both where and when. Their spies had told them all and more; this rebellion failed again! Peasants armed with farming tools, filled with honour, strength and pride, faced the might of British steel. Thirty thousand Irish died. Wolfe Tone was captured. He cut his throat; he used his own kitchen knife. “After such heroic a sacrifice, it is no great effort to add my life.” He fought the fight he knew was right. For liberty he would give his life. His cause was just, his reasons fair: to free poor Eireann from despair. |
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10. | The Very Wild Rover | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
I’ve been the wild rover for many’s a year, and I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer and now I’m returning with gold in great store, and I never will play the wild rover no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I went to an alehouse I used to frequent and I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me “Nay”, saying “Custom like yours I can have any day”. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright and the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight. She said “I have whiskeys and wines of the best, and the words that I told you were only in jest.” And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I’ll go home to my parents, tell them what I’ve done, and I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son, and when they have kissed me, as oft-times before, I never will play the wild rover no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. |
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11. | Cuchulainn | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, he is of the otherworld. His father is God, Lugh Lamheada, his mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast for the Ard Ri Conchobhar. His mighty Hound had been unleashed to guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates. He did not know of Culann’s Hound. The Hound attacked and met its fate. It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was angered when he learned, his favourite Hound was no more, but Setanta swore he’d stay at night to guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on the day, which Cathbad declared auspicious. He took up arms on that day, would become famous but short lived. On his first battle foray, he killed the sons of Nechtin Seine. Also on that fateful day, he took his first battle frenzy. His body begins to twist and turn. His flesh revolves within his skin. His features turn red one by one and the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha and threatened to destroy the town. The naked women were then brought forth. He then began to calm down. He fell in love with Emer. Her father was appalled. “No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called.” He went to train with Domhnall and learned from him all that he could. “You must go and train with Scathach.” He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts, he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father, he quickly refused. Cuchulainn showed his battle temper. He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead. Emer’s father killed himself. The lovers were made to wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster during the mighty war and tain. When Maeve of Connaught invaded, he stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero. With Caladin, his Sword, he killed his best friend Ferdiad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, a javelin was thrown at him. It sliced his belly like a knife and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, where he took a final drink. A raven, who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh and tied himself against a stone. He faced his enemies standing up, but he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared until a crow perched on his arm. An otter began to drink his blood. “Cuchulainn is dead”, is what they said. |
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12. | Diarmuid and Grainne | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
The years they passed like a flowing stream in a highland vale shrouded in green. The Fianna marched with Fionn at their helm, though older and wiser this lord of the realm. He was loyal to his king, Cormac Mac Art and to his daughter would give his heart. Her name was Grainne, noble and fair, but to marry Fionn she would not dare. A feast was prepared in Tara’s great halls, marriage banners adorned on the walls. Grainne sat pale as the feast began then she spied Diarmuid and to him she ran. “My heart is filled with longing for you” she whispered to Diarmuid, he knew not what to do. “Grainne, so fair, with eyes like the sun, please, do not tempt me; do not anger Fionn.” She did not listen and she did not care; she enchanted Diarmuid with her fiery stare. He was under a geis to do what she pleased, (though) he did not resist or ask for release. During the night when the Fianna did sleep, through Tara’s great halls, the lovers did creep. They fled through the night, to where they knew not, away from Fionn. They dared not stop. The cry of hounds they heard in the night. They ran until they were far from sight. Days became weeks and still they fled; if caught by Fionn, they would both be dead. One night as they lay in a forest so dark, they pledged their love, gave each other their heart. They made love that night on a bed of grass, two lovers united, never to part. For a year and a half, the chase went on. Wherever Fionn looked, the lovers were gone. They were aided by Aengus, many a time. He was father of Diarmuid, a warrior fine. Aengus grew tired of this bitter pursuit; he met Fionn and the king to try end the dispute. Neither were pleased, but they did agree. They could live in peace; they were now free. Fionn relented and gave them some land. They lived in peace and all was grand. Years passed by and the lovers grew old; they had four sons who grew mighty and bold. Diarmuid longed to go hunting with Fionn, like in the old days, when they were young. One fateful night, he opened the door; there stood Fionn; they were friends once more. There was feasting that night and stories told. The two merry men remembered the battles of old. They planned to go hunting at first light, though Diarmuid heard cries throughout the night. The Boar was a beast he would not hunt, from the wildest swine to the smallest runt. To kill it would bring his own demise. This curse he had carried all his life. When morning came, Diarmuid set out. He remembered those cries and was filled with doubt. He came upon Fionn at the top of a hill. There was blood on his hands; he looked ready to kill. “A boar is loose, it has killed my hound.” Fionn pointed to the beast that lay on the ground. There then came a crash and the boar attacked. It struck Diarmuid hard and broke his back. As he fell down, he stabbed the boar. He killed the beast; it was no more. “Fionn, help me, I’m dying and you have the gift of healing, get water, I’m starting to drift.” Fionn ran to the stream and cupped his hand, but the water fell through and soaked into the sand. He tried again, this time with success, but when he returned Diarmuid was dead. Grainne fell ill when she heard he was dead. She cursed Fionn and Fianna, oh, how her heart bled. “Diarmuid, sweet Diarmuid, I will always love thee; I will never forget the way you loved me.” She lived on her own for some time on her land, until Fionn did come to ask for her hand. This time she agreed; Fionn had mended his ways. They went to Kildare to see out their days. |
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47:08 |
The Morrigan’s Call
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Clohessy | Bass, Aldotrube |
John Ryan | Fiddle, Violin, Mandocello, Bowed bass, Banjo, Vocals (grunts, track 1) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
Aine O’Dwyer | Irish harp |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art, Artwork |
Matthias Zimmer | Layout |
Gail Liebling | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
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1. | Shelob | 03:05 | Show lyrics |
A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile, a beast with no mercy or heart. She will lead you in with a sinister grin, and then she will tear you apart. Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite. Her cruel claws will hold you tight. This sickly spider will rip your skin and poison you from within. Her horrible reign has lasted an age; yet no one will challenge her rule. She lives un-checked in her cave of web, so brutal, malicious and cruel. But a traveller came from the north one day, so innocent, caring and kind. Blind walked the traveller into the cave, unaware of what he might find. The beast attacked with all its might. The traveller ran from its sight. He pierced the creature, a painful strike, then ran from the cave in fright. Now the beast remains in her cave of hate claiming victims whenever she can, but not our hero, who came from the north. Stronger is he since he ran. A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile, a beast with no mercy or heart. She will lead you in with a sinister grin, and then she will tear you apart. Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite. Her cruel claws will hold you tight. This sickly spider will rip your skin and poison you from within. Her horrible reign has lasted an age; yet no one will challenge her rule. She lives un-checked in her cave of web, so brutal, malicious and cruel. But a traveller came from the north one day, so innocent, caring and kind. Blind walked the traveller into the cave, unaware of what he might find. The beast attacked with all its might. The traveller ran from its sight. He pierced the creature, a painful strike, then ran from the cave in fright. Now the beast remains in her cave of hate claiming victims whenever she can, but not our hero, who came from the north. Stronger is he since he ran. |
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2. | The Brown Bull of Cooley | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. She wanted the bull that dwelled in Cooley - a magnificent beast that she longed to see. Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. She longed for the bull that dwelled in Cooley - a magnificent beast that she longed to see. The men of Ulster would not concur. “No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” She gathers her armies she looks to the north. On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. The men of Ulster would not concur. “No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” She gathers her armies she looks to the north. On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. Maeve is warned by a faerie prophet: she had a vision of evil, malice and death. “This cannot be, as anyone will tell, the men of Ulster are held by an ancient spell.” But true this news was and here I will tell why - Ulster’s defender was merely a boy. Cuchulainn was his name; he was free from the curse. Single combat was arranged and he would fight first. He slays many soldiers through the day and night. No matter whom he faces, Cuchulainn wins the fight. He is watched by The Morrigan, the Goddess of war. Love grows in her heart as she views from afar. The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. “Men are being killed, women carried away!” He called to the warriors who were in disarray. Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. “Men are being killed, women carried away!” Their lines are broken, in disarray. An accident happened and his head was cut off, but continued to speak and choke and cough. This spectacle brings Ulster out of its spell; they go to Cuchulainn and Ulster fights well. Maeve has been defeated and to Connaught he returns, but there is a twist to this tale, a very strange turn. She captured the bull and brought it to Cruachan. It killed her own bull and in the morning was gone. |
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3. | Coffin Ships | 01:50 | instrumental |
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4. | The Great Hunger | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
We are alone in this cursed land, left to die like starving dogs. Our crops have failed us yet again; nothing grows in this desolate bog. I hold my daughter in my arms. She is too weak to stand or walk. Her face is gaunt, her belly empty; she cannot see, she cannot talk. What money I had has all been spent, on bread and milk and bloody rent. They take from us all that we have, these bastards that from Hell were sent. My wife is dead. My home is lost, all around me dead and dying. I grip my child, I hold her tight. I must go on, I must keep trying. To the harbour is where I plan to go, to escape the land I love so dear. The English are the rulers here. They eat their fill. The have no fear. I look to the heavens and shout aloud “What has poor Ireland done?” The world looks on and sees us starve, dying one by one. My strength has failed, I can’t go on. Beside my daughter I lay. Some bread or corn could save her life. All I can do is pray. I hold her hand and wipe a tear as I watch a new day dawn. My daughter seems so peaceful now; to heaven she is gone. |
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5. | The Old Woman in the Woods | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, weile weile waile. There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, down by the river Saile. She had a baby three months old, weile weile waile. She had a baby three months old, down by the river Saile. She had a pen knife, long and sharp, weile weile waile. She had a pen knife, long and sharp, down by the river Saile. She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, weile weile waile. She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, down by the river Saile. There were three loud knocks come a’knockin on the door, weile weile waile. There were three loud knocks come a’knockin on the door, down by the river Saile. There were two policemen and a special-branchman, weile weile waile. There were two policemen and a special-branchman, down by the river Saile. They put a rope around her neck, weile weile waile. They put a rope around her neck, down by the river Saile. They pulled the rope and she got hung, weile weile waile. They pulled the rope and she got hung, down by the river Saile. And that was the end of the woman in the woods, weile weile waile. And that was the end of the baby too, down by the river Saile. |
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6. | Ungoliant | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
Evil incarnate from the depths of night, a monstrous creature that hungers for light. Corrupted by Melkor to do as he says, this hideous spider, unwillingly obeys. Telperion and Laurelin shone brightly this night, these trees of the Gods, created for light. All around Valmar shone silver and gold. Melkor seen this and his grew cold. Over the fields of Valinor she came; the fear of Melkor drove her insane, to the mound where the trees did grow. Melkor struck both with a mighty blow. Their sap poured forth as if it were blood. Ungoliant drank as fast as she could. All across Valinor darkness did reign. Their evil achieved: the trees lay slain. |
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7. | The Morrigan’s Call | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
I fall to my knees, I await my death. A fallen warrior, hear my last breath. I fought so fierce, I fought with pride. Now I am just another who died. Who will care for my child? Who will care for my wife? I leave them behind at the end of my life. I long to stay and watch my child grow, but I am dead and I must go. |
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8. | Téir Abhaile Riú | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, a Mhary, Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche ,s beidh sé agat ar maidin. Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, a Mhary, Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche ,s beidh sé agat ar maidin. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh déanta, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh déanta! Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh déanta, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh déanta! Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. |
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9. | Wolfe Tone | 02:58 | Show lyrics |
Born in occupied Dublin town, as the sun shone down on tyranny, Wolfe Tone grew up a privileged man, receiving a Trinity college degree. He despaired for his fellow countrymen under the rule of the British crown. When they rose up to claim their land, the British always beat them down. The society of (united) Irishmen he founded in 1791. They called for freedom from the crown. They wanted justice to be done. Outlawed they were for their noble views. Wolfe Tone was exiled from his land. All talk of freedom and liberty was forbidden and completely banned. He fought the fight he knew was right. For liberty he would give his life. His cause was just, his reasons fair: to free poor Eireann from despair. In Paris he got the support he craved: troops and supplies to aid his fight! The French would help the Irish cause; the flame of hope was burning bright. But not for long I’m sad to say, the British knew both where and when. Their spies had told them all and more; this rebellion failed again! Peasants armed with farming tools, filled with honour, strength and pride, faced the might of British steel. Thirty thousand Irish died. Wolfe Tone was captured. He cut his throat; he used his own kitchen knife. “After such heroic a sacrifice, it is no great effort to add my life.” He fought the fight he knew was right. For liberty he would give his life. His cause was just, his reasons fair: to free poor Eireann from despair. |
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10. | The Very Wild Rover | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
I’ve been the wild rover for many’s a year, and I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer and now I’m returning with gold in great store, and I never will play the wild rover no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I went to an alehouse I used to frequent and I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me “Nay”, saying “Custom like yours I can have any day”. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright and the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight. She said “I have whiskeys and wines of the best, and the words that I told you were only in jest.” And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I’ll go home to my parents, tell them what I’ve done, and I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son, and when they have kissed me, as oft-times before, I never will play the wild rover no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. |
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11. | Cuchulainn | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, he is of the otherworld. His father is God, Lugh Lamheada, his mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast for the Ard Ri Conchobhar. His mighty Hound had been unleashed to guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates. He did not know of Culann’s Hound. The Hound attacked and met its fate. It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was angered when he learned, his favourite Hound was no more, but Setanta swore he’d stay at night to guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on the day, which Cathbad declared auspicious. He took up arms on that day, would become famous but short lived. On his first battle foray, he killed the sons of Nechtin Seine. Also on that fateful day, he took his first battle frenzy. His body begins to twist and turn. His flesh revolves within his skin. His features turn red one by one and the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha and threatened to destroy the town. The naked women were then brought forth. He then began to calm down. He fell in love with Emer. Her father was appalled. “No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called.” He went to train with Domhnall and learned from him all that he could. “You must go and train with Scathach.” He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts, he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father, he quickly refused. Cuchulainn showed his battle temper. He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead. Emer’s father killed himself. The lovers were made to wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster during the mighty war and tain. When Maeve of Connaught invaded, he stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero. With Caladin, his Sword, he killed his best friend Ferdiad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, a javelin was thrown at him. It sliced his belly like a knife and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, where he took a final drink. A raven, who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh and tied himself against a stone. He faced his enemies standing up, but he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared until a crow perched on his arm. An otter began to drink his blood. “Cuchulainn is dead”, is what they said. |
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12. | Diarmuid and Grainne | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
The years they passed like a flowing stream in a highland vale shrouded in green. The Fianna marched with Fionn at their helm, though older and wiser this lord of the realm. He was loyal to his king, Cormac Mac Art and to his daughter would give his heart. Her name was Grainne, noble and fair, but to marry Fionn she would not dare. A feast was prepared in Tara’s great halls, marriage banners adorned on the walls. Grainne sat pale as the feast began then she spied Diarmuid and to him she ran. “My heart is filled with longing for you” she whispered to Diarmuid, he knew not what to do. “Grainne, so fair, with eyes like the sun, please, do not tempt me; do not anger Fionn.” She did not listen and she did not care; she enchanted Diarmuid with her fiery stare. He was under a geis to do what she pleased, (though) he did not resist or ask for release. During the night when the Fianna did sleep, through Tara’s great halls, the lovers did creep. They fled through the night, to where they knew not, away from Fionn. They dared not stop. The cry of hounds they heard in the night. They ran until they were far from sight. Days became weeks and still they fled; if caught by Fionn, they would both be dead. One night as they lay in a forest so dark, they pledged their love, gave each other their heart. They made love that night on a bed of grass, two lovers united, never to part. For a year and a half, the chase went on. Wherever Fionn looked, the lovers were gone. They were aided by Aengus, many a time. He was father of Diarmuid, a warrior fine. Aengus grew tired of this bitter pursuit; he met Fionn and the king to try end the dispute. Neither were pleased, but they did agree. They could live in peace; they were now free. Fionn relented and gave them some land. They lived in peace and all was grand. Years passed by and the lovers grew old; they had four sons who grew mighty and bold. Diarmuid longed to go hunting with Fionn, like in the old days, when they were young. One fateful night, he opened the door; there stood Fionn; they were friends once more. There was feasting that night and stories told. The two merry men remembered the battles of old. They planned to go hunting at first light, though Diarmuid heard cries throughout the night. The Boar was a beast he would not hunt, from the wildest swine to the smallest runt. To kill it would bring his own demise. This curse he had carried all his life. When morning came, Diarmuid set out. He remembered those cries and was filled with doubt. He came upon Fionn at the top of a hill. There was blood on his hands; he looked ready to kill. “A boar is loose, it has killed my hound.” Fionn pointed to the beast that lay on the ground. There then came a crash and the boar attacked. It struck Diarmuid hard and broke his back. As he fell down, he stabbed the boar. He killed the beast; it was no more. “Fionn, help me, I’m dying and you have the gift of healing, get water, I’m starting to drift.” Fionn ran to the stream and cupped his hand, but the water fell through and soaked into the sand. He tried again, this time with success, but when he returned Diarmuid was dead. Grainne fell ill when she heard he was dead. She cursed Fionn and Fianna, oh, how her heart bled. “Diarmuid, sweet Diarmuid, I will always love thee; I will never forget the way you loved me.” She lived on her own for some time on her land, until Fionn did come to ask for her hand. This time she agreed; Fionn had mended his ways. They went to Kildare to see out their days. |
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The Morrigan’s Call
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Karen Gilligan | Vocals |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Clohessy | Bass, Aldotrube |
John Ryan | Fiddle, Violin, Mandocello, Bowed bass, Banjo, Vocals (grunts, track 1) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
Aine O’Dwyer | Irish harp |
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John O’Fathaigh | Cover art, Artwork |
Matthias Zimmer | Layout |
Gail Liebling | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
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1. | Shelob | 03:05 | Show lyrics |
A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile, a beast with no mercy or heart. She will lead you in with a sinister grin, and then she will tear you apart. Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite. Her cruel claws will hold you tight. This sickly spider will rip your skin and poison you from within. Her horrible reign has lasted an age; yet no one will challenge her rule. She lives un-checked in her cave of web, so brutal, malicious and cruel. But a traveller came from the north one day, so innocent, caring and kind. Blind walked the traveller into the cave, unaware of what he might find. The beast attacked with all its might. The traveller ran from its sight. He pierced the creature, a painful strike, then ran from the cave in fright. Now the beast remains in her cave of hate claiming victims whenever she can, but not our hero, who came from the north. Stronger is he since he ran. A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile, a beast with no mercy or heart. She will lead you in with a sinister grin, and then she will tear you apart. Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite. Her cruel claws will hold you tight. This sickly spider will rip your skin and poison you from within. Her horrible reign has lasted an age; yet no one will challenge her rule. She lives un-checked in her cave of web, so brutal, malicious and cruel. But a traveller came from the north one day, so innocent, caring and kind. Blind walked the traveller into the cave, unaware of what he might find. The beast attacked with all its might. The traveller ran from its sight. He pierced the creature, a painful strike, then ran from the cave in fright. Now the beast remains in her cave of hate claiming victims whenever she can, but not our hero, who came from the north. Stronger is he since he ran. |
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2. | The Brown Bull of Cooley | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. She wanted the bull that dwelled in Cooley - a magnificent beast that she longed to see. Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. She longed for the bull that dwelled in Cooley - a magnificent beast that she longed to see. The men of Ulster would not concur. “No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” She gathers her armies she looks to the north. On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. The men of Ulster would not concur. “No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” She gathers her armies she looks to the north. On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. Maeve is warned by a faerie prophet: she had a vision of evil, malice and death. “This cannot be, as anyone will tell, the men of Ulster are held by an ancient spell.” But true this news was and here I will tell why - Ulster’s defender was merely a boy. Cuchulainn was his name; he was free from the curse. Single combat was arranged and he would fight first. He slays many soldiers through the day and night. No matter whom he faces, Cuchulainn wins the fight. He is watched by The Morrigan, the Goddess of war. Love grows in her heart as she views from afar. The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. “Men are being killed, women carried away!” He called to the warriors who were in disarray. Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. “Men are being killed, women carried away!” Their lines are broken, in disarray. An accident happened and his head was cut off, but continued to speak and choke and cough. This spectacle brings Ulster out of its spell; they go to Cuchulainn and Ulster fights well. Maeve has been defeated and to Connaught he returns, but there is a twist to this tale, a very strange turn. She captured the bull and brought it to Cruachan. It killed her own bull and in the morning was gone. |
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4. | The Great Hunger | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
We are alone in this cursed land, left to die like starving dogs. Our crops have failed us yet again; nothing grows in this desolate bog. I hold my daughter in my arms. She is too weak to stand or walk. Her face is gaunt, her belly empty; she cannot see, she cannot talk. What money I had has all been spent, on bread and milk and bloody rent. They take from us all that we have, these bastards that from Hell were sent. My wife is dead. My home is lost, all around me dead and dying. I grip my child, I hold her tight. I must go on, I must keep trying. To the harbour is where I plan to go, to escape the land I love so dear. The English are the rulers here. They eat their fill. The have no fear. I look to the heavens and shout aloud “What has poor Ireland done?” The world looks on and sees us starve, dying one by one. My strength has failed, I can’t go on. Beside my daughter I lay. Some bread or corn could save her life. All I can do is pray. I hold her hand and wipe a tear as I watch a new day dawn. My daughter seems so peaceful now; to heaven she is gone. |
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5. | The Old Woman in the Woods | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, weile weile waile. There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, down by the river Saile. She had a baby three months old, weile weile waile. She had a baby three months old, down by the river Saile. She had a pen knife, long and sharp, weile weile waile. She had a pen knife, long and sharp, down by the river Saile. She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, weile weile waile. She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, down by the river Saile. There were three loud knocks come a’knockin on the door, weile weile waile. There were three loud knocks come a’knockin on the door, down by the river Saile. There were two policemen and a special-branchman, weile weile waile. There were two policemen and a special-branchman, down by the river Saile. They put a rope around her neck, weile weile waile. They put a rope around her neck, down by the river Saile. They pulled the rope and she got hung, weile weile waile. They pulled the rope and she got hung, down by the river Saile. And that was the end of the woman in the woods, weile weile waile. And that was the end of the baby too, down by the river Saile. |
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6. | Ungoliant | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
Evil incarnate from the depths of night, a monstrous creature that hungers for light. Corrupted by Melkor to do as he says, this hideous spider, unwillingly obeys. Telperion and Laurelin shone brightly this night, these trees of the Gods, created for light. All around Valmar shone silver and gold. Melkor seen this and his grew cold. Over the fields of Valinor she came; the fear of Melkor drove her insane, to the mound where the trees did grow. Melkor struck both with a mighty blow. Their sap poured forth as if it were blood. Ungoliant drank as fast as she could. All across Valinor darkness did reign. Their evil achieved: the trees lay slain. |
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7. | The Morrigan’s Call | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
I fall to my knees, I await my death. A fallen warrior, hear my last breath. I fought so fierce, I fought with pride. Now I am just another who died. Who will care for my child? Who will care for my wife? I leave them behind at the end of my life. I long to stay and watch my child grow, but I am dead and I must go. |
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8. | Téir Abhaile Riú | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, a Mhary, Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche ,s beidh sé agat ar maidin. Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, a Mhary, Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche ,s beidh sé agat ar maidin. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh déanta, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh déanta! Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh déanta, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh déanta! Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. |
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9. | Wolfe Tone | 02:58 | Show lyrics |
Born in occupied Dublin town, as the sun shone down on tyranny, Wolfe Tone grew up a privileged man, receiving a Trinity college degree. He despaired for his fellow countrymen under the rule of the British crown. When they rose up to claim their land, the British always beat them down. The society of (united) Irishmen he founded in 1791. They called for freedom from the crown. They wanted justice to be done. Outlawed they were for their noble views. Wolfe Tone was exiled from his land. All talk of freedom and liberty was forbidden and completely banned. He fought the fight he knew was right. For liberty he would give his life. His cause was just, his reasons fair: to free poor Eireann from despair. In Paris he got the support he craved: troops and supplies to aid his fight! The French would help the Irish cause; the flame of hope was burning bright. But not for long I’m sad to say, the British knew both where and when. Their spies had told them all and more; this rebellion failed again! Peasants armed with farming tools, filled with honour, strength and pride, faced the might of British steel. Thirty thousand Irish died. Wolfe Tone was captured. He cut his throat; he used his own kitchen knife. “After such heroic a sacrifice, it is no great effort to add my life.” He fought the fight he knew was right. For liberty he would give his life. His cause was just, his reasons fair: to free poor Eireann from despair. |
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10. | The Very Wild Rover | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
I’ve been the wild rover for many’s a year, and I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer and now I’m returning with gold in great store, and I never will play the wild rover no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I went to an alehouse I used to frequent and I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me “Nay”, saying “Custom like yours I can have any day”. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright and the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight. She said “I have whiskeys and wines of the best, and the words that I told you were only in jest.” And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I’ll go home to my parents, tell them what I’ve done, and I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son, and when they have kissed me, as oft-times before, I never will play the wild rover no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. |
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11. | Cuchulainn | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, he is of the otherworld. His father is God, Lugh Lamheada, his mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast for the Ard Ri Conchobhar. His mighty Hound had been unleashed to guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates. He did not know of Culann’s Hound. The Hound attacked and met its fate. It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was angered when he learned, his favourite Hound was no more, but Setanta swore he’d stay at night to guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on the day, which Cathbad declared auspicious. He took up arms on that day, would become famous but short lived. On his first battle foray, he killed the sons of Nechtin Seine. Also on that fateful day, he took his first battle frenzy. His body begins to twist and turn. His flesh revolves within his skin. His features turn red one by one and the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha and threatened to destroy the town. The naked women were then brought forth. He then began to calm down. He fell in love with Emer. Her father was appalled. “No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called.” He went to train with Domhnall and learned from him all that he could. “You must go and train with Scathach.” He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts, he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father, he quickly refused. Cuchulainn showed his battle temper. He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead. Emer’s father killed himself. The lovers were made to wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster during the mighty war and tain. When Maeve of Connaught invaded, he stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero. With Caladin, his Sword, he killed his best friend Ferdiad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, a javelin was thrown at him. It sliced his belly like a knife and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, where he took a final drink. A raven, who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh and tied himself against a stone. He faced his enemies standing up, but he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared until a crow perched on his arm. An otter began to drink his blood. “Cuchulainn is dead”, is what they said. |
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12. | Diarmuid and Grainne | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
The years they passed like a flowing stream in a highland vale shrouded in green. The Fianna marched with Fionn at their helm, though older and wiser this lord of the realm. He was loyal to his king, Cormac Mac Art and to his daughter would give his heart. Her name was Grainne, noble and fair, but to marry Fionn she would not dare. A feast was prepared in Tara’s great halls, marriage banners adorned on the walls. Grainne sat pale as the feast began then she spied Diarmuid and to him she ran. “My heart is filled with longing for you” she whispered to Diarmuid, he knew not what to do. “Grainne, so fair, with eyes like the sun, please, do not tempt me; do not anger Fionn.” She did not listen and she did not care; she enchanted Diarmuid with her fiery stare. He was under a geis to do what she pleased, (though) he did not resist or ask for release. During the night when the Fianna did sleep, through Tara’s great halls, the lovers did creep. They fled through the night, to where they knew not, away from Fionn. They dared not stop. The cry of hounds they heard in the night. They ran until they were far from sight. Days became weeks and still they fled; if caught by Fionn, they would both be dead. One night as they lay in a forest so dark, they pledged their love, gave each other their heart. They made love that night on a bed of grass, two lovers united, never to part. For a year and a half, the chase went on. Wherever Fionn looked, the lovers were gone. They were aided by Aengus, many a time. He was father of Diarmuid, a warrior fine. Aengus grew tired of this bitter pursuit; he met Fionn and the king to try end the dispute. Neither were pleased, but they did agree. They could live in peace; they were now free. Fionn relented and gave them some land. They lived in peace and all was grand. Years passed by and the lovers grew old; they had four sons who grew mighty and bold. Diarmuid longed to go hunting with Fionn, like in the old days, when they were young. One fateful night, he opened the door; there stood Fionn; they were friends once more. There was feasting that night and stories told. The two merry men remembered the battles of old. They planned to go hunting at first light, though Diarmuid heard cries throughout the night. The Boar was a beast he would not hunt, from the wildest swine to the smallest runt. To kill it would bring his own demise. This curse he had carried all his life. When morning came, Diarmuid set out. He remembered those cries and was filled with doubt. He came upon Fionn at the top of a hill. There was blood on his hands; he looked ready to kill. “A boar is loose, it has killed my hound.” Fionn pointed to the beast that lay on the ground. There then came a crash and the boar attacked. It struck Diarmuid hard and broke his back. As he fell down, he stabbed the boar. He killed the beast; it was no more. “Fionn, help me, I’m dying and you have the gift of healing, get water, I’m starting to drift.” Fionn ran to the stream and cupped his hand, but the water fell through and soaked into the sand. He tried again, this time with success, but when he returned Diarmuid was dead. Grainne fell ill when she heard he was dead. She cursed Fionn and Fianna, oh, how her heart bled. “Diarmuid, sweet Diarmuid, I will always love thee; I will never forget the way you loved me.” She lived on her own for some time on her land, until Fionn did come to ask for her hand. This time she agreed; Fionn had mended his ways. They went to Kildare to see out their days. |
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The Morrigan’s Call
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Band members | |
Karen Gilligan | Vocals |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Clohessy | Bass, Aldotrube |
John Ryan | Fiddle, Violin, Mandocello, Bowed bass, Banjo, Vocals (grunts, track 1) |
Joe Farrell | Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
John O’Fathaigh | Irish flute, Tin whistle, Low whistle, Recorder |
Aine O’Dwyer | Irish harp |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John O’Fathaigh | Cover art, Artwork |
Matthias Zimmer | Layout |
Gail Liebling | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
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1. | Shelob | 03:05 | Show lyrics |
A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile, a beast with no mercy or heart. She will lead you in with a sinister grin, and then she will tear you apart. Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite. Her cruel claws will hold you tight. This sickly spider will rip your skin and poison you from within. Her horrible reign has lasted an age; yet no one will challenge her rule. She lives un-checked in her cave of web, so brutal, malicious and cruel. But a traveller came from the north one day, so innocent, caring and kind. Blind walked the traveller into the cave, unaware of what he might find. The beast attacked with all its might. The traveller ran from its sight. He pierced the creature, a painful strike, then ran from the cave in fright. Now the beast remains in her cave of hate claiming victims whenever she can, but not our hero, who came from the north. Stronger is he since he ran. A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile, a beast with no mercy or heart. She will lead you in with a sinister grin, and then she will tear you apart. Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite. Her cruel claws will hold you tight. This sickly spider will rip your skin and poison you from within. Her horrible reign has lasted an age; yet no one will challenge her rule. She lives un-checked in her cave of web, so brutal, malicious and cruel. But a traveller came from the north one day, so innocent, caring and kind. Blind walked the traveller into the cave, unaware of what he might find. The beast attacked with all its might. The traveller ran from its sight. He pierced the creature, a painful strike, then ran from the cave in fright. Now the beast remains in her cave of hate claiming victims whenever she can, but not our hero, who came from the north. Stronger is he since he ran. |
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2. | The Brown Bull of Cooley | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. She wanted the bull that dwelled in Cooley - a magnificent beast that she longed to see. Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. She longed for the bull that dwelled in Cooley - a magnificent beast that she longed to see. The men of Ulster would not concur. “No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” She gathers her armies she looks to the north. On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. The men of Ulster would not concur. “No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” She gathers her armies she looks to the north. On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. Maeve is warned by a faerie prophet: she had a vision of evil, malice and death. “This cannot be, as anyone will tell, the men of Ulster are held by an ancient spell.” But true this news was and here I will tell why - Ulster’s defender was merely a boy. Cuchulainn was his name; he was free from the curse. Single combat was arranged and he would fight first. He slays many soldiers through the day and night. No matter whom he faces, Cuchulainn wins the fight. He is watched by The Morrigan, the Goddess of war. Love grows in her heart as she views from afar. The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. “Men are being killed, women carried away!” He called to the warriors who were in disarray. Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. “Men are being killed, women carried away!” Their lines are broken, in disarray. An accident happened and his head was cut off, but continued to speak and choke and cough. This spectacle brings Ulster out of its spell; they go to Cuchulainn and Ulster fights well. Maeve has been defeated and to Connaught he returns, but there is a twist to this tale, a very strange turn. She captured the bull and brought it to Cruachan. It killed her own bull and in the morning was gone. |
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3. | Coffin Ships | 01:50 | instrumental |
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4. | The Great Hunger | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
We are alone in this cursed land, left to die like starving dogs. Our crops have failed us yet again; nothing grows in this desolate bog. I hold my daughter in my arms. She is too weak to stand or walk. Her face is gaunt, her belly empty; she cannot see, she cannot talk. What money I had has all been spent, on bread and milk and bloody rent. They take from us all that we have, these bastards that from Hell were sent. My wife is dead. My home is lost, all around me dead and dying. I grip my child, I hold her tight. I must go on, I must keep trying. To the harbour is where I plan to go, to escape the land I love so dear. The English are the rulers here. They eat their fill. The have no fear. I look to the heavens and shout aloud “What has poor Ireland done?” The world looks on and sees us starve, dying one by one. My strength has failed, I can’t go on. Beside my daughter I lay. Some bread or corn could save her life. All I can do is pray. I hold her hand and wipe a tear as I watch a new day dawn. My daughter seems so peaceful now; to heaven she is gone. |
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5. | The Old Woman in the Woods | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, weile weile waile. There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, down by the river Saile. She had a baby three months old, weile weile waile. She had a baby three months old, down by the river Saile. She had a pen knife, long and sharp, weile weile waile. She had a pen knife, long and sharp, down by the river Saile. She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, weile weile waile. She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, down by the river Saile. There were three loud knocks come a’knockin on the door, weile weile waile. There were three loud knocks come a’knockin on the door, down by the river Saile. There were two policemen and a special-branchman, weile weile waile. There were two policemen and a special-branchman, down by the river Saile. They put a rope around her neck, weile weile waile. They put a rope around her neck, down by the river Saile. They pulled the rope and she got hung, weile weile waile. They pulled the rope and she got hung, down by the river Saile. And that was the end of the woman in the woods, weile weile waile. And that was the end of the baby too, down by the river Saile. |
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6. | Ungoliant | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
Evil incarnate from the depths of night, a monstrous creature that hungers for light. Corrupted by Melkor to do as he says, this hideous spider, unwillingly obeys. Telperion and Laurelin shone brightly this night, these trees of the Gods, created for light. All around Valmar shone silver and gold. Melkor seen this and his grew cold. Over the fields of Valinor she came; the fear of Melkor drove her insane, to the mound where the trees did grow. Melkor struck both with a mighty blow. Their sap poured forth as if it were blood. Ungoliant drank as fast as she could. All across Valinor darkness did reign. Their evil achieved: the trees lay slain. |
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7. | The Morrigan’s Call | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
I fall to my knees, I await my death. A fallen warrior, hear my last breath. I fought so fierce, I fought with pride. Now I am just another who died. Who will care for my child? Who will care for my wife? I leave them behind at the end of my life. I long to stay and watch my child grow, but I am dead and I must go. |
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8. | Téir Abhaile Riú | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, a Mhary, Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche ,s beidh sé agat ar maidin. Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire, a Mhary, Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche ,s beidh sé agat ar maidin. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh déanta, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh déanta! Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh déanta, Níl mo mharagadh, Tá do mharagadh, Níl mo mharagadh déanta! Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú a Mhary, téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile mar atá do mharagadh déanta. Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, is cuma cé dhein a Mhary, Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein, mar atá do mharagadh déanta. |
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9. | Wolfe Tone | 02:58 | Show lyrics |
Born in occupied Dublin town, as the sun shone down on tyranny, Wolfe Tone grew up a privileged man, receiving a Trinity college degree. He despaired for his fellow countrymen under the rule of the British crown. When they rose up to claim their land, the British always beat them down. The society of (united) Irishmen he founded in 1791. They called for freedom from the crown. They wanted justice to be done. Outlawed they were for their noble views. Wolfe Tone was exiled from his land. All talk of freedom and liberty was forbidden and completely banned. He fought the fight he knew was right. For liberty he would give his life. His cause was just, his reasons fair: to free poor Eireann from despair. In Paris he got the support he craved: troops and supplies to aid his fight! The French would help the Irish cause; the flame of hope was burning bright. But not for long I’m sad to say, the British knew both where and when. Their spies had told them all and more; this rebellion failed again! Peasants armed with farming tools, filled with honour, strength and pride, faced the might of British steel. Thirty thousand Irish died. Wolfe Tone was captured. He cut his throat; he used his own kitchen knife. “After such heroic a sacrifice, it is no great effort to add my life.” He fought the fight he knew was right. For liberty he would give his life. His cause was just, his reasons fair: to free poor Eireann from despair. |
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10. | The Very Wild Rover | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
I’ve been the wild rover for many’s a year, and I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer and now I’m returning with gold in great store, and I never will play the wild rover no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I went to an alehouse I used to frequent and I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me “Nay”, saying “Custom like yours I can have any day”. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright and the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight. She said “I have whiskeys and wines of the best, and the words that I told you were only in jest.” And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I’ll go home to my parents, tell them what I’ve done, and I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son, and when they have kissed me, as oft-times before, I never will play the wild rover no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. And it’s no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. |
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11. | Cuchulainn | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, he is of the otherworld. His father is God, Lugh Lamheada, his mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast for the Ard Ri Conchobhar. His mighty Hound had been unleashed to guard the fortress’ mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates. He did not know of Culann’s Hound. The Hound attacked and met its fate. It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was angered when he learned, his favourite Hound was no more, but Setanta swore he’d stay at night to guard the fortress’ mighty door. He took up arms on the day, which Cathbad declared auspicious. He took up arms on that day, would become famous but short lived. On his first battle foray, he killed the sons of Nechtin Seine. Also on that fateful day, he took his first battle frenzy. His body begins to twist and turn. His flesh revolves within his skin. His features turn red one by one and the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha and threatened to destroy the town. The naked women were then brought forth. He then began to calm down. He fell in love with Emer. Her father was appalled. “No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called.” He went to train with Domhnall and learned from him all that he could. “You must go and train with Scathach.” He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts, he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father, he quickly refused. Cuchulainn showed his battle temper. He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead. Emer’s father killed himself. The lovers were made to wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster during the mighty war and tain. When Maeve of Connaught invaded, he stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero. With Caladin, his Sword, he killed his best friend Ferdiad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn’s final fight, a javelin was thrown at him. It sliced his belly like a knife and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, where he took a final drink. A raven, who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh and tied himself against a stone. He faced his enemies standing up, but he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared until a crow perched on his arm. An otter began to drink his blood. “Cuchulainn is dead”, is what they said. |
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12. | Diarmuid and Grainne | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
The years they passed like a flowing stream in a highland vale shrouded in green. The Fianna marched with Fionn at their helm, though older and wiser this lord of the realm. He was loyal to his king, Cormac Mac Art and to his daughter would give his heart. Her name was Grainne, noble and fair, but to marry Fionn she would not dare. A feast was prepared in Tara’s great halls, marriage banners adorned on the walls. Grainne sat pale as the feast began then she spied Diarmuid and to him she ran. “My heart is filled with longing for you” she whispered to Diarmuid, he knew not what to do. “Grainne, so fair, with eyes like the sun, please, do not tempt me; do not anger Fionn.” She did not listen and she did not care; she enchanted Diarmuid with her fiery stare. He was under a geis to do what she pleased, (though) he did not resist or ask for release. During the night when the Fianna did sleep, through Tara’s great halls, the lovers did creep. They fled through the night, to where they knew not, away from Fionn. They dared not stop. The cry of hounds they heard in the night. They ran until they were far from sight. Days became weeks and still they fled; if caught by Fionn, they would both be dead. One night as they lay in a forest so dark, they pledged their love, gave each other their heart. They made love that night on a bed of grass, two lovers united, never to part. For a year and a half, the chase went on. Wherever Fionn looked, the lovers were gone. They were aided by Aengus, many a time. He was father of Diarmuid, a warrior fine. Aengus grew tired of this bitter pursuit; he met Fionn and the king to try end the dispute. Neither were pleased, but they did agree. They could live in peace; they were now free. Fionn relented and gave them some land. They lived in peace and all was grand. Years passed by and the lovers grew old; they had four sons who grew mighty and bold. Diarmuid longed to go hunting with Fionn, like in the old days, when they were young. One fateful night, he opened the door; there stood Fionn; they were friends once more. There was feasting that night and stories told. The two merry men remembered the battles of old. They planned to go hunting at first light, though Diarmuid heard cries throughout the night. The Boar was a beast he would not hunt, from the wildest swine to the smallest runt. To kill it would bring his own demise. This curse he had carried all his life. When morning came, Diarmuid set out. He remembered those cries and was filled with doubt. He came upon Fionn at the top of a hill. There was blood on his hands; he looked ready to kill. “A boar is loose, it has killed my hound.” Fionn pointed to the beast that lay on the ground. There then came a crash and the boar attacked. It struck Diarmuid hard and broke his back. As he fell down, he stabbed the boar. He killed the beast; it was no more. “Fionn, help me, I’m dying and you have the gift of healing, get water, I’m starting to drift.” Fionn ran to the stream and cupped his hand, but the water fell through and soaked into the sand. He tried again, this time with success, but when he returned Diarmuid was dead. Grainne fell ill when she heard he was dead. She cursed Fionn and Fianna, oh, how her heart bled. “Diarmuid, sweet Diarmuid, I will always love thee; I will never forget the way you loved me.” She lived on her own for some time on her land, until Fionn did come to ask for her hand. This time she agreed; Fionn had mended his ways. They went to Kildare to see out their days. |
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13. | Bloody Sunday (Unplugged) | 02:30 | |
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14. | Timmy | 01:52 | |
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51:30 |
Blood for the Blood God
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Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Piano, Bodhrán, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Percussion |
Kieran Ball | Guitars |
Eric Fletcher | Bass |
Mauro Frison | Drums, Percussion |
John Fay | Tin whistle, Low whistle, Percussion |
John Ryan | Violin, Cello, Bowed bass |
Guest/Session | |
Barbara Allen | Vocals (female) |
Alex Shkuropatsky | Galician gaita |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Fay | Cover art |
Michael Richards | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
Jan Yrlund | Layout |
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1. | Crom Cruach | 01:06 | instrumental |
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2. | Blood for the Blood God | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Prepare the first born child, cleanse the infant’s skin Wrap the child in linen let the sacrifice begin To the plain of adoration to our idol covered in gold The mighty God Crom Cruach, his power we behold. Surrounded by a circle, of standing stones so tall Crom Cruach reaches to the sky, we hear his ancient call Oh old and powerful deity, we are yours to command Guide us in our struggles, and bless this ancient land. We offer you our first born This innocent life so pure Sacrifice in your name So we may long endure. We offer you our first born A blood offering will ensue Protect us Oh Crom Cruach We offer this life to you. Bring the blade to the infants neck, slowly cut the skin Tear open the veins of life – blood flowing from within The child begins to flail, and tries in vein to cry Then calms and becomes silent, soon the child will die. At the feet of Crom Cruach, we leave the infant corpse A vital sacrifice for our land, we offer no remorse We pour the blood on our idol, we smear it on our skin We hear the sound of chanting, from our sacred holy men. We leave the sacred site, as the blood begins to dry Returning to our village, under a blood red sky A prosperous time awaits us, Crom Cruach is appeased No more fear of famine, nor worry of disease. |
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3. | The Arrival of the Fir Bolg | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
From across the sea they came Fleeing from slavery To the blessed shores of Ireland Their people to be free! They sailed for many days In seas that raged and swelled Many ships traversed the depths Full of men who were compelled To find a home for their people In the land of their forefathers The ancient tribes of Nemed Those ancient Irish masters. Five brothers led the way Sailing on the Western squall Many dangers they encountered And many warriors did fall. Till at last they did arrive In the glorious seas of Ireland As they headed for the shore One more trial was at hand. The wind became a storm The seas became enraged The Fir Bolg ships were scattered And many too were razed. Separated into three parts The Fir Bolg, Domnann and Gaileon Finally docked in Ireland As the seas began to calm. They overcame so many trials As they sailed to their new land A new dawn awaits the brothers A new era is at hand. At Tara the brothers held council They divided the land into five parts Peace had come to the Fir Bolg But this peace was not to last. |
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4. | Beren and Luthien | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
In his fight against the enemy Beren fought hard and strong Against the dark lord Morgoth And the hellish Morgul throng! He was forced to flee the battle When his army was destroyed The Elven realm of Doriath That is where he did arrive. There lie saw a female elf, in the woods of Neldoreth, such beauty he had never seen. He called to her "Tinuviel", when they met they fell in love, her father would not be so keen. "To win my daughter Luthien, bring to me a silmaril", this was Thingol’s quest to Beren. "I accept this perilous task, I shall journey to Angband, I swear you will see me again" He journeyed to Nargothrond, a vast Elven stronghold Ten warriors joined him on the road to Angband Neath the shadowy mountains and disguised as orcs They were observed by Sauron as they crossed his land. Sauron’s forces attacked, they tried hard to resist They failed in their struggle and were captured by him On the isle of werewolves many died by these beasts Beren survived but his chances seemed grim. He did not know that Luthien, had secretly been following, And she came with Celegorm’s hound The hound killed ail the wolves in sight, Beren ran into the night And would try his task once more Luthien was by his side, and toy came to Morgoth’s throne A magic spell then made him sleep Beren seized a silmaril Morgoth wakened from his spell A giant werewolf then appeared It bit and swallowed Beren’s hand, the silmari! burned Its Inside It ran off in agony. The two lovers both escaped, and returned to Doriath The tale had softened Thingol’s heart. He allowed their union, though Beren’s task was not fulfilled Beren left to find the wolf. And find the wolf is what he did, but the wolf had gone insane Beren died but did prevail. The silmaril had been retrieved, but at great a consequence Luthien and Beren died. But Lord Mandos did feel grief, restoring mortal life to them They would live as one again. |
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5. | The Marching Song of Fiach Mac Hugh | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o’er the old disgrace That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he’d secure; Until he met at Glenmaiure with Fiach Mac Hugh O’Byrne. Curse and swear Lord Kildare Fiach will do what Fiach will dare Now Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halberd out with sword On we’ll go for by the Lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word, Follow me up to Carlow. See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o’er the English Pale See all the children of the Gael, beneath O’Byrne’s banners Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners From Saggart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore O great is Rory Og O’More, sending the loons to Hades White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam’s head We’ll send it over dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies. |
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6. | Prophecy | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
A question to you false, deceived fools, who venerate nothing but a falsehood, Why do you perpetuate this lie?, your blind faith will never be understood. A hateful concept from its inception, born in a sea of blood and terror, Yet based on many of my traditions, perverted, corrupted and broken. Listen to my word and understand my way, I will sanctify, I will have my day! – I am risen! I am as ancient as the earth itself yet veiled in secrecy, When I rise – mankind will kneel and worship me. Listen to my word and understand my way, I will sanctify, I will have my day! – I am risen! |
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7. | Gae Bolga | 04:04 | instrumental |
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8. | The Sea Queen of Connaught | 07:27 | Show lyrics |
I tell a tale of a pirate queen, Grace O’Malley was her name. Through her deeds and actions on the seas, She found fortune, respect and fame. Born to a seafaring family and educated well, Salt water in her veins, at sea she would raise hell! She preyed on trading ships, that entered her domain, And before the Nine Years war, became a British bane! When she was but a child, she cut off all her hair, In defiance of her father who brought her to despair! "You cannot sail my ships with hair that is so long." "But, father, can’t you see? All my hair is gone." She prospered as a Pirate-Queen, Patrolling our Atlantic coast. She recruited fighting men- From Scotland and Ireland, a true pirate host. Targeting traders, and merchant men, She boarded their ships and demanded her toll, Those who resisted or tried to fight back, Tasted her steel or were held in her thrall. When tribute was paid they were free to go, Their safe passage was guaranteed. The pirate horde would flee to the shore, Disappearing in coves, her fleet would recede. Attacks were not limited to the sea, Grace would strike castles on the shore. O’Loughlin, O’Boyle and MacSweeney clans, Fell victim to Grace and her pirate war. Her career began and prospered at the peak of Gaelic rule, A loving mother and wife yet a Pirate Queen so cruel! Called to meet with England’s Queen, she conducted herself well, They spoke in Latin, reached an accord then they bade farewell. On her return, Grace did learn, that the meeting was in vain Her demands were never met, mush to her disdain! Gaelic rule was in decline but Grace remained defiant, She assisted in rebellions; she would never be compliant- And always fought off raids that came close to her lands, She fought a band from Galway, killing their leader with her hands. She died a natural death in the same year as England’s Queen, Saxon rule increased, of this Grace had foreseen. The Nine Years war was won, English rule was complete, But Grace-she will live on, she never knew defeat! |
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9. | Born for War (The Rise of Brian Boru) | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
From Limerick the Vikings came To the village of the Dal gCais To rape to pillage and to maim With Viking sword and Viking axe. So many lives were lost during this Viking raid Brian’s father fought heroically but fell to a Viking blade A seed of hatred was planted, the promise of vengeance was strong "To the Northern invaders of Ireland, leave now! you do not belong" Brian’s brothers were not convinced They sued for peace at any cost And formed a pact with Ivar of Limerick This pact was flawed and would not last. In the year of our lord – Nine hundred and Sixty Eight Brian led a raiding party to King Ivar’s fortress gate Then fled towards a forest, Limerick Vikings took the bait They left the safety of Limerick, they could not foresee their fate. Three hundred Dal gCais warriors Faced six hundred Viking men On the hillside known as Sulcoit Viking blood would flow again. Brian’s men were ready to unleash a surprise attack The Vikings were caught off guard, they desperately tried to fall bad The tangled forest confused them, their wall of shields did fail A single Viking warrior was no match for a single Gael! The fighting started late And lasted through the night The Dal gCais were victorious They killed Vikings with such spite! Brian then went and sacked Limerick Though little fighting would ensue The Dal gCais warriors were relentless Behold the rise of Brian Boru! |
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10. | Perversion, Corruption and Sanctity - Part 1 | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
An evil in our midst that pervades our modern lives An arbitrary congregation of the lowest form of man Governed by a doctrine almost two thousand years old Allowed to fester in our world for far too long! So many times we hear the stories of their sick and vile crimes The rape of innocent children, the destruction of their minds Several decades of abuse have been carried out by some The pleasant parish priest? the abhorrent raping scum! And from the Vatican – silence! they turn a blind eye No condemnation of crimes, accusations they deny! It’s time to make a change, time to call them to account This corruption can’t continue, we have to flush them out. Our children they are sacred, more so than this church That needs to disappear, to die out and withdraw But not before we try them and make them recompense Do unto others as they would unto you, And to the leaders of our nations that allow this cancer spread Who carried out no trials or looked away as the priests fled You are just as guilty of this sodomy of innocents Shame on you to let it happen, you should be put to death. Deliver us from evil so that we may find respite Grant us peace and let our children see a world that is forthright Let them be free forever from these sick and aging men And guarantee this ancient cult will never rise again! |
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11. | Perversion, Corruption and Sanctity - Part 2 | 04:32 | instrumental |
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12. | Pagan (2014 version) | 04:20 | |
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59:29 |
Blood for the Blood God
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Piano, Bodhrán, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Percussion |
Kieran Ball | Guitars |
Eric Fletcher | Bass |
Mauro Frison | Drums, Percussion |
John Fay | Tin whistle, Low whistle, Percussion |
John Ryan | Violin, Cello, Bowed bass |
Guest/Session | |
Alex Shkuropatsky | Galician gaita |
Barbara Allen | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Fay | Cover art |
Michael Richards | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
Jan Yrlund | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Crom Cruach | 01:06 | instrumental |
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2. | Blood for the Blood God | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Prepare the first born child, cleanse the infant’s skin Wrap the child in linen let the sacrifice begin To the plain of adoration to our idol covered in gold The mighty God Crom Cruach, his power we behold. Surrounded by a circle, of standing stones so tall Crom Cruach reaches to the sky, we hear his ancient call Oh old and powerful deity, we are yours to command Guide us in our struggles, and bless this ancient land. We offer you our first born This innocent life so pure Sacrifice in your name So we may long endure. We offer you our first born A blood offering will ensue Protect us Oh Crom Cruach We offer this life to you. Bring the blade to the infants neck, slowly cut the skin Tear open the veins of life – blood flowing from within The child begins to flail, and tries in vein to cry Then calms and becomes silent, soon the child will die. At the feet of Crom Cruach, we leave the infant corpse A vital sacrifice for our land, we offer no remorse We pour the blood on our idol, we smear it on our skin We hear the sound of chanting, from our sacred holy men. We leave the sacred site, as the blood begins to dry Returning to our village, under a blood red sky A prosperous time awaits us, Crom Cruach is appeased No more fear of famine, nor worry of disease. |
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3. | The Arrival of the Fir Bolg | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
From across the sea they came Fleeing from slavery To the blessed shores of Ireland Their people to be free! They sailed for many days In seas that raged and swelled Many ships traversed the depths Full of men who were compelled To find a home for their people In the land of their forefathers The ancient tribes of Nemed Those ancient Irish masters. Five brothers led the way Sailing on the Western squall Many dangers they encountered And many warriors did fall. Till at last they did arrive In the glorious seas of Ireland As they headed for the shore One more trial was at hand. The wind became a storm The seas became enraged The Fir Bolg ships were scattered And many too were razed. Separated into three parts The Fir Bolg, Domnann and Gaileon Finally docked in Ireland As the seas began to calm. They overcame so many trials As they sailed to their new land A new dawn awaits the brothers A new era is at hand. At Tara the brothers held council They divided the land into five parts Peace had come to the Fir Bolg But this peace was not to last. |
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4. | Beren and Luthien | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
In his fight against the enemy Beren fought hard and strong Against the dark lord Morgoth And the hellish Morgul throng! He was forced to flee the battle When his army was destroyed The Elven realm of Doriath That is where he did arrive. There lie saw a female elf, in the woods of Neldoreth, such beauty he had never seen. He called to her "Tinuviel", when they met they fell in love, her father would not be so keen. "To win my daughter Luthien, bring to me a silmaril", this was Thingol’s quest to Beren. "I accept this perilous task, I shall journey to Angband, I swear you will see me again" He journeyed to Nargothrond, a vast Elven stronghold Ten warriors joined him on the road to Angband Neath the shadowy mountains and disguised as orcs They were observed by Sauron as they crossed his land. Sauron’s forces attacked, they tried hard to resist They failed in their struggle and were captured by him On the isle of werewolves many died by these beasts Beren survived but his chances seemed grim. He did not know that Luthien, had secretly been following, And she came with Celegorm’s hound The hound killed ail the wolves in sight, Beren ran into the night And would try his task once more Luthien was by his side, and toy came to Morgoth’s throne A magic spell then made him sleep Beren seized a silmaril Morgoth wakened from his spell A giant werewolf then appeared It bit and swallowed Beren’s hand, the silmari! burned Its Inside It ran off in agony. The two lovers both escaped, and returned to Doriath The tale had softened Thingol’s heart. He allowed their union, though Beren’s task was not fulfilled Beren left to find the wolf. And find the wolf is what he did, but the wolf had gone insane Beren died but did prevail. The silmaril had been retrieved, but at great a consequence Luthien and Beren died. But Lord Mandos did feel grief, restoring mortal life to them They would live as one again. |
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5. | The Marching Song of Fiach Mac Hugh | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o’er the old disgrace That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he’d secure; Until he met at Glenmaiure with Fiach Mac Hugh O’Byrne. Curse and swear Lord Kildare Fiach will do what Fiach will dare Now Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halberd out with sword On we’ll go for by the Lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word, Follow me up to Carlow. See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o’er the English Pale See all the children of the Gael, beneath O’Byrne’s banners Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners From Saggart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore O great is Rory Og O’More, sending the loons to Hades White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam’s head We’ll send it over dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies. |
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6. | Prophecy | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
A question to you false, deceived fools, who venerate nothing but a falsehood, Why do you perpetuate this lie?, your blind faith will never be understood. A hateful concept from its inception, born in a sea of blood and terror, Yet based on many of my traditions, perverted, corrupted and broken. Listen to my word and understand my way, I will sanctify, I will have my day! – I am risen! I am as ancient as the earth itself yet veiled in secrecy, When I rise – mankind will kneel and worship me. Listen to my word and understand my way, I will sanctify, I will have my day! – I am risen! |
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7. | Gae Bolga | 04:04 | instrumental |
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8. | The Sea Queen of Connaught | 07:27 | Show lyrics |
I tell a tale of a pirate queen, Grace O’Malley was her name. Through her deeds and actions on the seas, She found fortune, respect and fame. Born to a seafaring family and educated well, Salt water in her veins, at sea she would raise hell! She preyed on trading ships, that entered her domain, And before the Nine Years war, became a British bane! When she was but a child, she cut off all her hair, In defiance of her father who brought her to despair! "You cannot sail my ships with hair that is so long." "But, father, can’t you see? All my hair is gone." She prospered as a Pirate-Queen, Patrolling our Atlantic coast. She recruited fighting men- From Scotland and Ireland, a true pirate host. Targeting traders, and merchant men, She boarded their ships and demanded her toll, Those who resisted or tried to fight back, Tasted her steel or were held in her thrall. When tribute was paid they were free to go, Their safe passage was guaranteed. The pirate horde would flee to the shore, Disappearing in coves, her fleet would recede. Attacks were not limited to the sea, Grace would strike castles on the shore. O’Loughlin, O’Boyle and MacSweeney clans, Fell victim to Grace and her pirate war. Her career began and prospered at the peak of Gaelic rule, A loving mother and wife yet a Pirate Queen so cruel! Called to meet with England’s Queen, she conducted herself well, They spoke in Latin, reached an accord then they bade farewell. On her return, Grace did learn, that the meeting was in vain Her demands were never met, mush to her disdain! Gaelic rule was in decline but Grace remained defiant, She assisted in rebellions; she would never be compliant- And always fought off raids that came close to her lands, She fought a band from Galway, killing their leader with her hands. She died a natural death in the same year as England’s Queen, Saxon rule increased, of this Grace had foreseen. The Nine Years war was won, English rule was complete, But Grace-she will live on, she never knew defeat! |
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9. | Born for War (The Rise of Brian Boru) | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
From Limerick the Vikings came To the village of the Dal gCais To rape to pillage and to maim With Viking sword and Viking axe. So many lives were lost during this Viking raid Brian’s father fought heroically but fell to a Viking blade A seed of hatred was planted, the promise of vengeance was strong "To the Northern invaders of Ireland, leave now! you do not belong" Brian’s brothers were not convinced They sued for peace at any cost And formed a pact with Ivar of Limerick This pact was flawed and would not last. In the year of our lord – Nine hundred and Sixty Eight Brian led a raiding party to King Ivar’s fortress gate Then fled towards a forest, Limerick Vikings took the bait They left the safety of Limerick, they could not foresee their fate. Three hundred Dal gCais warriors Faced six hundred Viking men On the hillside known as Sulcoit Viking blood would flow again. Brian’s men were ready to unleash a surprise attack The Vikings were caught off guard, they desperately tried to fall bad The tangled forest confused them, their wall of shields did fail A single Viking warrior was no match for a single Gael! The fighting started late And lasted through the night The Dal gCais were victorious They killed Vikings with such spite! Brian then went and sacked Limerick Though little fighting would ensue The Dal gCais warriors were relentless Behold the rise of Brian Boru! |
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10. | Perversion, Corruption and Sanctity - Part 1 | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
An evil in our midst that pervades our modern lives An arbitrary congregation of the lowest form of man Governed by a doctrine almost two thousand years old Allowed to fester in our world for far too long! So many times we hear the stories of their sick and vile crimes The rape of innocent children, the destruction of their minds Several decades of abuse have been carried out by some The pleasant parish priest? the abhorrent raping scum! And from the Vatican – silence! they turn a blind eye No condemnation of crimes, accusations they deny! It’s time to make a change, time to call them to account This corruption can’t continue, we have to flush them out. Our children they are sacred, more so than this church That needs to disappear, to die out and withdraw But not before we try them and make them recompense Do unto others as they would unto you, And to the leaders of our nations that allow this cancer spread Who carried out no trials or looked away as the priests fled You are just as guilty of this sodomy of innocents Shame on you to let it happen, you should be put to death. Deliver us from evil so that we may find respite Grant us peace and let our children see a world that is forthright Let them be free forever from these sick and aging men And guarantee this ancient cult will never rise again! |
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11. | Perversion, Corruption and Sanctity - Part 2 | 04:32 | instrumental |
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1. | Pagan (2014 version) | 04:19 | |
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2. | Prophecy (Demo version) | 04:52 | |
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3. | Sea Queen (Demo version) | 06:30 | |
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4. | Marching Song (Demo version) | 03:28 | |
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5. | I Am Warrior (Demo version) | 05:12 | |
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6. | Pagan Hate (Demo version) | 05:13 | |
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7. | Voyage of Bran (Demo version) | 04:18 | |
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33:52 |
Blood for the Blood God
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Piano, Bodhrán, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Percussion |
Kieran Ball | Guitars |
Eric Fletcher | Bass |
Mauro Frison | Drums, Percussion |
John Fay | Tin whistle, Low whistle, Percussion |
John Ryan | Violin, Cello, Bowed bass |
Guest/Session | |
Alex Shkuropatsky | Galician gaita |
Barbara Allen | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Fay | Cover art |
Michael Richards | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
Jan Yrlund | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Crom Cruach | 01:06 | instrumental |
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2. | Blood for the Blood God | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Prepare the first born child, cleanse the infant’s skin Wrap the child in linen let the sacrifice begin To the plain of adoration to our idol covered in gold The mighty God Crom Cruach, his power we behold. Surrounded by a circle, of standing stones so tall Crom Cruach reaches to the sky, we hear his ancient call Oh old and powerful deity, we are yours to command Guide us in our struggles, and bless this ancient land. We offer you our first born This innocent life so pure Sacrifice in your name So we may long endure. We offer you our first born A blood offering will ensue Protect us Oh Crom Cruach We offer this life to you. Bring the blade to the infants neck, slowly cut the skin Tear open the veins of life – blood flowing from within The child begins to flail, and tries in vein to cry Then calms and becomes silent, soon the child will die. At the feet of Crom Cruach, we leave the infant corpse A vital sacrifice for our land, we offer no remorse We pour the blood on our idol, we smear it on our skin We hear the sound of chanting, from our sacred holy men. We leave the sacred site, as the blood begins to dry Returning to our village, under a blood red sky A prosperous time awaits us, Crom Cruach is appeased No more fear of famine, nor worry of disease. |
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3. | The Arrival of the Fir Bolg | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
From across the sea they came Fleeing from slavery To the blessed shores of Ireland Their people to be free! They sailed for many days In seas that raged and swelled Many ships traversed the depths Full of men who were compelled To find a home for their people In the land of their forefathers The ancient tribes of Nemed Those ancient Irish masters. Five brothers led the way Sailing on the Western squall Many dangers they encountered And many warriors did fall. Till at last they did arrive In the glorious seas of Ireland As they headed for the shore One more trial was at hand. The wind became a storm The seas became enraged The Fir Bolg ships were scattered And many too were razed. Separated into three parts The Fir Bolg, Domnann and Gaileon Finally docked in Ireland As the seas began to calm. They overcame so many trials As they sailed to their new land A new dawn awaits the brothers A new era is at hand. At Tara the brothers held council They divided the land into five parts Peace had come to the Fir Bolg But this peace was not to last. |
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4. | Beren and Luthien | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
In his fight against the enemy Beren fought hard and strong Against the dark lord Morgoth And the hellish Morgul throng! He was forced to flee the battle When his army was destroyed The Elven realm of Doriath That is where he did arrive. There lie saw a female elf, in the woods of Neldoreth, such beauty he had never seen. He called to her "Tinuviel", when they met they fell in love, her father would not be so keen. "To win my daughter Luthien, bring to me a silmaril", this was Thingol’s quest to Beren. "I accept this perilous task, I shall journey to Angband, I swear you will see me again" He journeyed to Nargothrond, a vast Elven stronghold Ten warriors joined him on the road to Angband Neath the shadowy mountains and disguised as orcs They were observed by Sauron as they crossed his land. Sauron’s forces attacked, they tried hard to resist They failed in their struggle and were captured by him On the isle of werewolves many died by these beasts Beren survived but his chances seemed grim. He did not know that Luthien, had secretly been following, And she came with Celegorm’s hound The hound killed ail the wolves in sight, Beren ran into the night And would try his task once more Luthien was by his side, and toy came to Morgoth’s throne A magic spell then made him sleep Beren seized a silmaril Morgoth wakened from his spell A giant werewolf then appeared It bit and swallowed Beren’s hand, the silmari! burned Its Inside It ran off in agony. The two lovers both escaped, and returned to Doriath The tale had softened Thingol’s heart. He allowed their union, though Beren’s task was not fulfilled Beren left to find the wolf. And find the wolf is what he did, but the wolf had gone insane Beren died but did prevail. The silmaril had been retrieved, but at great a consequence Luthien and Beren died. But Lord Mandos did feel grief, restoring mortal life to them They would live as one again. |
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5. | The Marching Song of Fiach Mac Hugh | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o’er the old disgrace That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he’d secure; Until he met at Glenmaiure with Fiach Mac Hugh O’Byrne. Curse and swear Lord Kildare Fiach will do what Fiach will dare Now Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halberd out with sword On we’ll go for by the Lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word, Follow me up to Carlow. See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o’er the English Pale See all the children of the Gael, beneath O’Byrne’s banners Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners From Saggart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore O great is Rory Og O’More, sending the loons to Hades White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam’s head We’ll send it over dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies. |
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6. | Prophecy | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
A question to you false, deceived fools, who venerate nothing but a falsehood, Why do you perpetuate this lie?, your blind faith will never be understood. A hateful concept from its inception, born in a sea of blood and terror, Yet based on many of my traditions, perverted, corrupted and broken. Listen to my word and understand my way, I will sanctify, I will have my day! – I am risen! I am as ancient as the earth itself yet veiled in secrecy, When I rise – mankind will kneel and worship me. Listen to my word and understand my way, I will sanctify, I will have my day! – I am risen! |
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Side B | |||
7. | Gae Bolga | 04:04 | instrumental |
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8. | The Sea Queen of Connaught | 07:27 | Show lyrics |
I tell a tale of a pirate queen, Grace O’Malley was her name. Through her deeds and actions on the seas, She found fortune, respect and fame. Born to a seafaring family and educated well, Salt water in her veins, at sea she would raise hell! She preyed on trading ships, that entered her domain, And before the Nine Years war, became a British bane! When she was but a child, she cut off all her hair, In defiance of her father who brought her to despair! "You cannot sail my ships with hair that is so long." "But, father, can’t you see? All my hair is gone." She prospered as a Pirate-Queen, Patrolling our Atlantic coast. She recruited fighting men- From Scotland and Ireland, a true pirate host. Targeting traders, and merchant men, She boarded their ships and demanded her toll, Those who resisted or tried to fight back, Tasted her steel or were held in her thrall. When tribute was paid they were free to go, Their safe passage was guaranteed. The pirate horde would flee to the shore, Disappearing in coves, her fleet would recede. Attacks were not limited to the sea, Grace would strike castles on the shore. O’Loughlin, O’Boyle and MacSweeney clans, Fell victim to Grace and her pirate war. Her career began and prospered at the peak of Gaelic rule, A loving mother and wife yet a Pirate Queen so cruel! Called to meet with England’s Queen, she conducted herself well, They spoke in Latin, reached an accord then they bade farewell. On her return, Grace did learn, that the meeting was in vain Her demands were never met, mush to her disdain! Gaelic rule was in decline but Grace remained defiant, She assisted in rebellions; she would never be compliant- And always fought off raids that came close to her lands, She fought a band from Galway, killing their leader with her hands. She died a natural death in the same year as England’s Queen, Saxon rule increased, of this Grace had foreseen. The Nine Years war was won, English rule was complete, But Grace-she will live on, she never knew defeat! |
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9. | Born for War (The Rise of Brian Boru) | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
From Limerick the Vikings came To the village of the Dal gCais To rape to pillage and to maim With Viking sword and Viking axe. So many lives were lost during this Viking raid Brian’s father fought heroically but fell to a Viking blade A seed of hatred was planted, the promise of vengeance was strong "To the Northern invaders of Ireland, leave now! you do not belong" Brian’s brothers were not convinced They sued for peace at any cost And formed a pact with Ivar of Limerick This pact was flawed and would not last. In the year of our lord – Nine hundred and Sixty Eight Brian led a raiding party to King Ivar’s fortress gate Then fled towards a forest, Limerick Vikings took the bait They left the safety of Limerick, they could not foresee their fate. Three hundred Dal gCais warriors Faced six hundred Viking men On the hillside known as Sulcoit Viking blood would flow again. Brian’s men were ready to unleash a surprise attack The Vikings were caught off guard, they desperately tried to fall bad The tangled forest confused them, their wall of shields did fail A single Viking warrior was no match for a single Gael! The fighting started late And lasted through the night The Dal gCais were victorious They killed Vikings with such spite! Brian then went and sacked Limerick Though little fighting would ensue The Dal gCais warriors were relentless Behold the rise of Brian Boru! |
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10. | Perversion, Corruption and Sanctity - Part 1 | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
An evil in our midst that pervades our modern lives An arbitrary congregation of the lowest form of man Governed by a doctrine almost two thousand years old Allowed to fester in our world for far too long! So many times we hear the stories of their sick and vile crimes The rape of innocent children, the destruction of their minds Several decades of abuse have been carried out by some The pleasant parish priest? the abhorrent raping scum! And from the Vatican – silence! they turn a blind eye No condemnation of crimes, accusations they deny! It’s time to make a change, time to call them to account This corruption can’t continue, we have to flush them out. Our children they are sacred, more so than this church That needs to disappear, to die out and withdraw But not before we try them and make them recompense Do unto others as they would unto you, And to the leaders of our nations that allow this cancer spread Who carried out no trials or looked away as the priests fled You are just as guilty of this sodomy of innocents Shame on you to let it happen, you should be put to death. Deliver us from evil so that we may find respite Grant us peace and let our children see a world that is forthright Let them be free forever from these sick and aging men And guarantee this ancient cult will never rise again! |
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11. | Perversion, Corruption and Sanctity - Part 2 | 04:32 | instrumental |
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55:09 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Pagan (2014 version) | 04:19 | |
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2. | Prophecy (Demo version) | 04:52 | |
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3. | Sea Queen (Demo version) | 06:30 | |
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Side B | |||
4. | Marching Song (Demo version) | 03:28 | |
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5. | I Am Warrior (Demo version) | 05:12 | |
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6. | Pagan Hate (Demo version) | 05:13 | |
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7. | Voyage of Bran (Demo version) | 04:18 | |
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33:52 |
Blood for the Blood God
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Piano, Bodhrán, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Percussion |
Kieran Ball | Guitars |
Eric Fletcher | Bass |
Mauro Frison | Drums, Percussion |
John Fay | Tin whistle, Low whistle, Percussion |
John Ryan | Violin, Cello, Bowed bass |
Guest/Session | |
Alex Shkuropatsky | Galician gaita |
Barbara Allen | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Fay | Cover art |
Michael Richards | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
Jan Yrlund | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Crom Cruach | 01:06 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Blood for the Blood God | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Prepare the first born child, cleanse the infant’s skin Wrap the child in linen let the sacrifice begin To the plain of adoration to our idol covered in gold The mighty God Crom Cruach, his power we behold. Surrounded by a circle, of standing stones so tall Crom Cruach reaches to the sky, we hear his ancient call Oh old and powerful deity, we are yours to command Guide us in our struggles, and bless this ancient land. We offer you our first born This innocent life so pure Sacrifice in your name So we may long endure. We offer you our first born A blood offering will ensue Protect us Oh Crom Cruach We offer this life to you. Bring the blade to the infants neck, slowly cut the skin Tear open the veins of life – blood flowing from within The child begins to flail, and tries in vein to cry Then calms and becomes silent, soon the child will die. At the feet of Crom Cruach, we leave the infant corpse A vital sacrifice for our land, we offer no remorse We pour the blood on our idol, we smear it on our skin We hear the sound of chanting, from our sacred holy men. We leave the sacred site, as the blood begins to dry Returning to our village, under a blood red sky A prosperous time awaits us, Crom Cruach is appeased No more fear of famine, nor worry of disease. |
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3. | The Arrival of the Fir Bolg | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
From across the sea they came Fleeing from slavery To the blessed shores of Ireland Their people to be free! They sailed for many days In seas that raged and swelled Many ships traversed the depths Full of men who were compelled To find a home for their people In the land of their forefathers The ancient tribes of Nemed Those ancient Irish masters. Five brothers led the way Sailing on the Western squall Many dangers they encountered And many warriors did fall. Till at last they did arrive In the glorious seas of Ireland As they headed for the shore One more trial was at hand. The wind became a storm The seas became enraged The Fir Bolg ships were scattered And many too were razed. Separated into three parts The Fir Bolg, Domnann and Gaileon Finally docked in Ireland As the seas began to calm. They overcame so many trials As they sailed to their new land A new dawn awaits the brothers A new era is at hand. At Tara the brothers held council They divided the land into five parts Peace had come to the Fir Bolg But this peace was not to last. |
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4. | Beren and Luthien | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
In his fight against the enemy Beren fought hard and strong Against the dark lord Morgoth And the hellish Morgul throng! He was forced to flee the battle When his army was destroyed The Elven realm of Doriath That is where he did arrive. There lie saw a female elf, in the woods of Neldoreth, such beauty he had never seen. He called to her "Tinuviel", when they met they fell in love, her father would not be so keen. "To win my daughter Luthien, bring to me a silmaril", this was Thingol’s quest to Beren. "I accept this perilous task, I shall journey to Angband, I swear you will see me again" He journeyed to Nargothrond, a vast Elven stronghold Ten warriors joined him on the road to Angband Neath the shadowy mountains and disguised as orcs They were observed by Sauron as they crossed his land. Sauron’s forces attacked, they tried hard to resist They failed in their struggle and were captured by him On the isle of werewolves many died by these beasts Beren survived but his chances seemed grim. He did not know that Luthien, had secretly been following, And she came with Celegorm’s hound The hound killed ail the wolves in sight, Beren ran into the night And would try his task once more Luthien was by his side, and toy came to Morgoth’s throne A magic spell then made him sleep Beren seized a silmaril Morgoth wakened from his spell A giant werewolf then appeared It bit and swallowed Beren’s hand, the silmari! burned Its Inside It ran off in agony. The two lovers both escaped, and returned to Doriath The tale had softened Thingol’s heart. He allowed their union, though Beren’s task was not fulfilled Beren left to find the wolf. And find the wolf is what he did, but the wolf had gone insane Beren died but did prevail. The silmaril had been retrieved, but at great a consequence Luthien and Beren died. But Lord Mandos did feel grief, restoring mortal life to them They would live as one again. |
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5. | The Marching Song of Fiach Mac Hugh | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o’er the old disgrace That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he’d secure; Until he met at Glenmaiure with Fiach Mac Hugh O’Byrne. Curse and swear Lord Kildare Fiach will do what Fiach will dare Now Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halberd out with sword On we’ll go for by the Lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word, Follow me up to Carlow. See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o’er the English Pale See all the children of the Gael, beneath O’Byrne’s banners Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners From Saggart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore O great is Rory Og O’More, sending the loons to Hades White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam’s head We’ll send it over dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies. |
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6. | Prophecy | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
A question to you false, deceived fools, who venerate nothing but a falsehood, Why do you perpetuate this lie?, your blind faith will never be understood. A hateful concept from its inception, born in a sea of blood and terror, Yet based on many of my traditions, perverted, corrupted and broken. Listen to my word and understand my way, I will sanctify, I will have my day! – I am risen! I am as ancient as the earth itself yet veiled in secrecy, When I rise – mankind will kneel and worship me. Listen to my word and understand my way, I will sanctify, I will have my day! – I am risen! |
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7. | Gae Bolga | 04:04 | instrumental |
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8. | The Sea Queen of Connaught | 07:27 | Show lyrics |
I tell a tale of a pirate queen, Grace O’Malley was her name. Through her deeds and actions on the seas, She found fortune, respect and fame. Born to a seafaring family and educated well, Salt water in her veins, at sea she would raise hell! She preyed on trading ships, that entered her domain, And before the Nine Years war, became a British bane! When she was but a child, she cut off all her hair, In defiance of her father who brought her to despair! "You cannot sail my ships with hair that is so long." "But, father, can’t you see? All my hair is gone." She prospered as a Pirate-Queen, Patrolling our Atlantic coast. She recruited fighting men- From Scotland and Ireland, a true pirate host. Targeting traders, and merchant men, She boarded their ships and demanded her toll, Those who resisted or tried to fight back, Tasted her steel or were held in her thrall. When tribute was paid they were free to go, Their safe passage was guaranteed. The pirate horde would flee to the shore, Disappearing in coves, her fleet would recede. Attacks were not limited to the sea, Grace would strike castles on the shore. O’Loughlin, O’Boyle and MacSweeney clans, Fell victim to Grace and her pirate war. Her career began and prospered at the peak of Gaelic rule, A loving mother and wife yet a Pirate Queen so cruel! Called to meet with England’s Queen, she conducted herself well, They spoke in Latin, reached an accord then they bade farewell. On her return, Grace did learn, that the meeting was in vain Her demands were never met, mush to her disdain! Gaelic rule was in decline but Grace remained defiant, She assisted in rebellions; she would never be compliant- And always fought off raids that came close to her lands, She fought a band from Galway, killing their leader with her hands. She died a natural death in the same year as England’s Queen, Saxon rule increased, of this Grace had foreseen. The Nine Years war was won, English rule was complete, But Grace-she will live on, she never knew defeat! |
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9. | Born for War (The Rise of Brian Boru) | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
From Limerick the Vikings came To the village of the Dal gCais To rape to pillage and to maim With Viking sword and Viking axe. So many lives were lost during this Viking raid Brian’s father fought heroically but fell to a Viking blade A seed of hatred was planted, the promise of vengeance was strong "To the Northern invaders of Ireland, leave now! you do not belong" Brian’s brothers were not convinced They sued for peace at any cost And formed a pact with Ivar of Limerick This pact was flawed and would not last. In the year of our lord – Nine hundred and Sixty Eight Brian led a raiding party to King Ivar’s fortress gate Then fled towards a forest, Limerick Vikings took the bait They left the safety of Limerick, they could not foresee their fate. Three hundred Dal gCais warriors Faced six hundred Viking men On the hillside known as Sulcoit Viking blood would flow again. Brian’s men were ready to unleash a surprise attack The Vikings were caught off guard, they desperately tried to fall bad The tangled forest confused them, their wall of shields did fail A single Viking warrior was no match for a single Gael! The fighting started late And lasted through the night The Dal gCais were victorious They killed Vikings with such spite! Brian then went and sacked Limerick Though little fighting would ensue The Dal gCais warriors were relentless Behold the rise of Brian Boru! |
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10. | Perversion, Corruption and Sanctity - Part 1 | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
An evil in our midst that pervades our modern lives An arbitrary congregation of the lowest form of man Governed by a doctrine almost two thousand years old Allowed to fester in our world for far too long! So many times we hear the stories of their sick and vile crimes The rape of innocent children, the destruction of their minds Several decades of abuse have been carried out by some The pleasant parish priest? the abhorrent raping scum! And from the Vatican – silence! they turn a blind eye No condemnation of crimes, accusations they deny! It’s time to make a change, time to call them to account This corruption can’t continue, we have to flush them out. Our children they are sacred, more so than this church That needs to disappear, to die out and withdraw But not before we try them and make them recompense Do unto others as they would unto you, And to the leaders of our nations that allow this cancer spread Who carried out no trials or looked away as the priests fled You are just as guilty of this sodomy of innocents Shame on you to let it happen, you should be put to death. Deliver us from evil so that we may find respite Grant us peace and let our children see a world that is forthright Let them be free forever from these sick and aging men And guarantee this ancient cult will never rise again! |
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11. | Perversion, Corruption and Sanctity - Part 2 | 04:32 | instrumental |
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12. | Pagan (2014 version) | 04:20 | |
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59:29 |
Blood for the Blood God
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Piano, Bodhrán, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Percussion |
Kieran Ball | Guitars |
Eric Fletcher | Bass |
Mauro Frison | Drums, Percussion |
John Fay | Tin whistle, Low whistle, Percussion |
John Ryan | Violin, Cello, Bowed bass |
Guest/Session | |
Alex Shkuropatsky | Galician gaita |
Barbara Allen | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Fay | Cover art |
Michael Richards | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
Jan Yrlund | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Crom Cruach | 01:06 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Blood for the Blood God | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Prepare the first born child, cleanse the infant’s skin Wrap the child in linen let the sacrifice begin To the plain of adoration to our idol covered in gold The mighty God Crom Cruach, his power we behold. Surrounded by a circle, of standing stones so tall Crom Cruach reaches to the sky, we hear his ancient call Oh old and powerful deity, we are yours to command Guide us in our struggles, and bless this ancient land. We offer you our first born This innocent life so pure Sacrifice in your name So we may long endure. We offer you our first born A blood offering will ensue Protect us Oh Crom Cruach We offer this life to you. Bring the blade to the infants neck, slowly cut the skin Tear open the veins of life – blood flowing from within The child begins to flail, and tries in vein to cry Then calms and becomes silent, soon the child will die. At the feet of Crom Cruach, we leave the infant corpse A vital sacrifice for our land, we offer no remorse We pour the blood on our idol, we smear it on our skin We hear the sound of chanting, from our sacred holy men. We leave the sacred site, as the blood begins to dry Returning to our village, under a blood red sky A prosperous time awaits us, Crom Cruach is appeased No more fear of famine, nor worry of disease. |
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3. | The Arrival of the Fir Bolg | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
From across the sea they came Fleeing from slavery To the blessed shores of Ireland Their people to be free! They sailed for many days In seas that raged and swelled Many ships traversed the depths Full of men who were compelled To find a home for their people In the land of their forefathers The ancient tribes of Nemed Those ancient Irish masters. Five brothers led the way Sailing on the Western squall Many dangers they encountered And many warriors did fall. Till at last they did arrive In the glorious seas of Ireland As they headed for the shore One more trial was at hand. The wind became a storm The seas became enraged The Fir Bolg ships were scattered And many too were razed. Separated into three parts The Fir Bolg, Domnann and Gaileon Finally docked in Ireland As the seas began to calm. They overcame so many trials As they sailed to their new land A new dawn awaits the brothers A new era is at hand. At Tara the brothers held council They divided the land into five parts Peace had come to the Fir Bolg But this peace was not to last. |
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4. | Beren and Luthien | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
In his fight against the enemy Beren fought hard and strong Against the dark lord Morgoth And the hellish Morgul throng! He was forced to flee the battle When his army was destroyed The Elven realm of Doriath That is where he did arrive. There lie saw a female elf, in the woods of Neldoreth, such beauty he had never seen. He called to her "Tinuviel", when they met they fell in love, her father would not be so keen. "To win my daughter Luthien, bring to me a silmaril", this was Thingol’s quest to Beren. "I accept this perilous task, I shall journey to Angband, I swear you will see me again" He journeyed to Nargothrond, a vast Elven stronghold Ten warriors joined him on the road to Angband Neath the shadowy mountains and disguised as orcs They were observed by Sauron as they crossed his land. Sauron’s forces attacked, they tried hard to resist They failed in their struggle and were captured by him On the isle of werewolves many died by these beasts Beren survived but his chances seemed grim. He did not know that Luthien, had secretly been following, And she came with Celegorm’s hound The hound killed ail the wolves in sight, Beren ran into the night And would try his task once more Luthien was by his side, and toy came to Morgoth’s throne A magic spell then made him sleep Beren seized a silmaril Morgoth wakened from his spell A giant werewolf then appeared It bit and swallowed Beren’s hand, the silmari! burned Its Inside It ran off in agony. The two lovers both escaped, and returned to Doriath The tale had softened Thingol’s heart. He allowed their union, though Beren’s task was not fulfilled Beren left to find the wolf. And find the wolf is what he did, but the wolf had gone insane Beren died but did prevail. The silmaril had been retrieved, but at great a consequence Luthien and Beren died. But Lord Mandos did feel grief, restoring mortal life to them They would live as one again. |
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5. | The Marching Song of Fiach Mac Hugh | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o’er the old disgrace That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he’d secure; Until he met at Glenmaiure with Fiach Mac Hugh O’Byrne. Curse and swear Lord Kildare Fiach will do what Fiach will dare Now Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halberd out with sword On we’ll go for by the Lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word, Follow me up to Carlow. See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o’er the English Pale See all the children of the Gael, beneath O’Byrne’s banners Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners From Saggart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore O great is Rory Og O’More, sending the loons to Hades White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam’s head We’ll send it over dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies. |
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6. | Prophecy | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
A question to you false, deceived fools, who venerate nothing but a falsehood, Why do you perpetuate this lie?, your blind faith will never be understood. A hateful concept from its inception, born in a sea of blood and terror, Yet based on many of my traditions, perverted, corrupted and broken. Listen to my word and understand my way, I will sanctify, I will have my day! – I am risen! I am as ancient as the earth itself yet veiled in secrecy, When I rise – mankind will kneel and worship me. Listen to my word and understand my way, I will sanctify, I will have my day! – I am risen! |
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7. | Gae Bolga | 04:04 | instrumental |
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8. | The Sea Queen of Connaught | 07:27 | Show lyrics |
I tell a tale of a pirate queen, Grace O’Malley was her name. Through her deeds and actions on the seas, She found fortune, respect and fame. Born to a seafaring family and educated well, Salt water in her veins, at sea she would raise hell! She preyed on trading ships, that entered her domain, And before the Nine Years war, became a British bane! When she was but a child, she cut off all her hair, In defiance of her father who brought her to despair! "You cannot sail my ships with hair that is so long." "But, father, can’t you see? All my hair is gone." She prospered as a Pirate-Queen, Patrolling our Atlantic coast. She recruited fighting men- From Scotland and Ireland, a true pirate host. Targeting traders, and merchant men, She boarded their ships and demanded her toll, Those who resisted or tried to fight back, Tasted her steel or were held in her thrall. When tribute was paid they were free to go, Their safe passage was guaranteed. The pirate horde would flee to the shore, Disappearing in coves, her fleet would recede. Attacks were not limited to the sea, Grace would strike castles on the shore. O’Loughlin, O’Boyle and MacSweeney clans, Fell victim to Grace and her pirate war. Her career began and prospered at the peak of Gaelic rule, A loving mother and wife yet a Pirate Queen so cruel! Called to meet with England’s Queen, she conducted herself well, They spoke in Latin, reached an accord then they bade farewell. On her return, Grace did learn, that the meeting was in vain Her demands were never met, mush to her disdain! Gaelic rule was in decline but Grace remained defiant, She assisted in rebellions; she would never be compliant- And always fought off raids that came close to her lands, She fought a band from Galway, killing their leader with her hands. She died a natural death in the same year as England’s Queen, Saxon rule increased, of this Grace had foreseen. The Nine Years war was won, English rule was complete, But Grace-she will live on, she never knew defeat! |
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9. | Born for War (The Rise of Brian Boru) | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
From Limerick the Vikings came To the village of the Dal gCais To rape to pillage and to maim With Viking sword and Viking axe. So many lives were lost during this Viking raid Brian’s father fought heroically but fell to a Viking blade A seed of hatred was planted, the promise of vengeance was strong "To the Northern invaders of Ireland, leave now! you do not belong" Brian’s brothers were not convinced They sued for peace at any cost And formed a pact with Ivar of Limerick This pact was flawed and would not last. In the year of our lord – Nine hundred and Sixty Eight Brian led a raiding party to King Ivar’s fortress gate Then fled towards a forest, Limerick Vikings took the bait They left the safety of Limerick, they could not foresee their fate. Three hundred Dal gCais warriors Faced six hundred Viking men On the hillside known as Sulcoit Viking blood would flow again. Brian’s men were ready to unleash a surprise attack The Vikings were caught off guard, they desperately tried to fall bad The tangled forest confused them, their wall of shields did fail A single Viking warrior was no match for a single Gael! The fighting started late And lasted through the night The Dal gCais were victorious They killed Vikings with such spite! Brian then went and sacked Limerick Though little fighting would ensue The Dal gCais warriors were relentless Behold the rise of Brian Boru! |
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10. | Perversion, Corruption and Sanctity - Part 1 | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
An evil in our midst that pervades our modern lives An arbitrary congregation of the lowest form of man Governed by a doctrine almost two thousand years old Allowed to fester in our world for far too long! So many times we hear the stories of their sick and vile crimes The rape of innocent children, the destruction of their minds Several decades of abuse have been carried out by some The pleasant parish priest? the abhorrent raping scum! And from the Vatican – silence! they turn a blind eye No condemnation of crimes, accusations they deny! It’s time to make a change, time to call them to account This corruption can’t continue, we have to flush them out. Our children they are sacred, more so than this church That needs to disappear, to die out and withdraw But not before we try them and make them recompense Do unto others as they would unto you, And to the leaders of our nations that allow this cancer spread Who carried out no trials or looked away as the priests fled You are just as guilty of this sodomy of innocents Shame on you to let it happen, you should be put to death. Deliver us from evil so that we may find respite Grant us peace and let our children see a world that is forthright Let them be free forever from these sick and aging men And guarantee this ancient cult will never rise again! |
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11. | Perversion, Corruption and Sanctity - Part 2 | 04:32 | instrumental |
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12. | Pagan (2014 version) | 04:20 | |
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Nine Years of Blood
Members | |
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Band members | |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Tin whistle, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Ryan | Violin, Cello, Bowed bass |
Eric Fletcher | Bass |
Mauro Frison | Drums, Percussion |
Kieran Ball | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Daniel Dürbeck | Design, Layout |
Michael Richards | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:37 | instrumental |
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2. | Hugh O’Neill - Earl of Tyrone | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
From the clan O’Neill in Tyrone A leader would arise Born to a world of conflict And a crown he would despise. His name was Hugh O’Neill Raised in the English Pale He served his English Lords And fought against the noble Gael But this was all a ruse A scan to hide his true intent He built a massive army With a duty to dissent The English called him a traitor! The Irish rallied to his call Through power play and struggle, O’Neill would lead them all! O’Neill, O’Neill, O’Neill Arise! War is fast approaching, and Ireland is the prize O’Neill, O’Neill, O’Neill Command! The English are upon us let us drive them from our land He sought aid from Spain and Scotland He secured his Northern lands. The English lords were furious They began to draw up his plans . He sacked the fort – Blackwater Killing English lords and more, The wheels were now in motion, So began the Nine Years War! |
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3. | Blood and Victory | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
The English did increase their strangle hold on Irish land. Their garrisons grew in number, under Bagenal’s command. O’Neill besieged a fort, he held to ransom eighty men, Henry Bagenal though this folly, and set his army to defend. Near two thousand troops Bagenal did have a hand, Veterans of Spanish wars were his to command. His confidence as great; his arrogance it knew no bounds He did not realise he faced a pack of Irish Hounds Bagenal was ambushed as they marched towards the fort, Irish muskets fired as cavalry attacked with force. The English then did charge and made a dash towards the gate, They reached their destination but their losses they were great! Two short days did pass, and the resupply was complete, English forces left the fortress, in darkness they tried to retreat. The Irish watched and were waiting, they attacked with vigour so true, Their cavalry caused so much chaos, the number of English dead grew. O’Neill himself did fight hand to hand upon the field, Against an English cavalry man who fell to Irish steel. Banegal led his force to a hilltop engulfed in flame, There they awaited their end but the Irish never came. O’Neill’s muskets had run dry of the powder that they crave, So he left the battle leaving hundreds in their graves. Banegal quickly fled, O’Neill revelled with his men, At the battle of the yellow ford, they would meet again. |
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4. | Queen of War | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
I am ageless, timeless, before me you will kneel. To worship me, and honour me, Pledge your life, your land, your steel. I soar above the turmoil of battle, war and strife, Gathering the souls of men, of those who lost their life. I am bloodless, and faceless, A shadow in the night. You fear me, revere me, you speak my name with spite. The Goddess dressed in black. The phantom queen of war, Many names have been bestowed, Many forms I do endure! Queen of War I am endless, and formless, My reign is absolute. So pray to me, adore me, Be you rich or destitute. Crafting courage in the hearts, Of warriors bold and true. Victory blood and honour, These gifts I give to you! Queen of War To War! |
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5. | The Battle of the Yellow Ford | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
Forces of the crown assembled, to march against The Gael. To aid the Blackwater Fort, the English were doomed to fail! Henry Banegal was in command of four thousand armoured men, Hugh O’Neill did lead the Irish, they took position in wood and glen. The road to the fort was lethal, with a trench dug far and wide, Marshalled at the Yellow Ford, the Irish army did reside. Six regiments the English held, and towards the fort they marched, Irish Kerns, concealed in the woods, Gave the order – Attack, Attack! O’Neill did search for Banegal, he wished to settle this hand to hand, But the Marshall had already fallen, Hugh O’Neill was in command! The English store of power was targeted and did explode, Men began to flee through the river- of English blood that flowed. The English struggled and fought until the massive trench was reached was reached, Their casualties were already great, as their lines were cruelly breached. A mistake in Banegal’s tactics would prove fatal to his fight, His regiments were spaced too wide, a fault the Irish did exploit. And so the battle did end, half the forces of the crown were lost, But an escalation of the war, would be the ultimate cost! |
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6. | Cath na Brioscaí | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Crown forces were under siege, In the county of Fermanagh. So a resupply was sent, To offer aid and bring relief. Henry Duke, he led the way, Of this small relief force. He expected no resistance, The Irish had other plans! Their march would take four days, They were laden with food supplies, Riflemen hid in the woods, Targeting soldiers as they could. The Irish attacked in force, at the ford of the Arney River. The ambush was absolute, The resupply was abandoned. The survivors fled to Cavan, their defeat did cause alarm. Fresh troops were sent from England, A change of tactics was at hand! |
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7. | The Harp, the Lion, the Dragon and the Sword | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
The harp, the lion, the dragon and sword, a unity of death, Upon the banners present in the growing English threat. The Earl of Essex finished, Mountjoy would lead the way, He won the Queens favour her message he would convey. With his two lieutenants –Chichester and Carew, Mountjoy would change the course of war , an end was now in view. But not before an epic task – Rebellion in the south! His forces were dispatched to stamp the bloody rebellion out! MacCarthy and Carew reached an accord regarding Munster, A neutral stance was taken by the cowardly Gaelic leader. The forces of the crown could then focus on Fitzthomas, The main rebel leader fought with all his might and valour. The forces of Carew attacked Fitzthomas with such strength, They killed twelve hundred rebels bringing an end to their dissent. Fitzthomas, he was captured, to London he was bound, The rebellion in Munster now an empty battleground. |
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8. | An Ale Before Battle | 00:28 | |
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9. | Nine Years of Blood | 01:35 | instrumental |
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10. | The Siege of Kinsale | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
The fate of Ireland’s freedom would be decided at Kinsale, The conclusion of the Nine Years War, the decimation of the Gael! In Sixteen Hundred and One, The Spanish joined the fight, They landed at Kinsale, Four thousand blades the Spanish bore. Mountjoy rallied for battle, with a plan to win the war, Towards the Spanish forces, he would meet them at Kinsale. O’Neill did leave his stronghold in the North, The Spanish would need aid, and tactical support. He destroyed the lands of his enemy as he marched, Leaving hundreds dead, their lands with fire he scorched! Mountjoy’s men surrounded all of Kinsale The Spanish under siege, arrows fell like hail. The English navy cut the town off from the sea, O’Neill knew the time had come, prepare to fight or flee! The English had strength in numbers but the ridge, the Irish held, O’Neill ordered a surprise attack, as the English cavalry swelled. The cavalry attacked with fierce, they charged through O’Neill’s men. An army that was close to destruction – from starvation, disease and drought, Had turned the war in their favour, the Irish were near wiped out. The Spanish forces surrendered, O’Neill fled to the North! |
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11. | Flight of the Earls | 04:06 | Show lyrics |
O’Neill did fight heroically at the battle of Kinsale. He nearly broke the English. He nearly did prevail. But in the end the English won, O’Neill was an outcast. An exile in the land he loved, a ruler of the past. “In this land I cannot be, here I cannot stay. I’d rather go and leave this place to famine and decay” His earls were in agreement, they made plans to sail to Spain. To plan a re-invasion, to remove the English reign. The Nine Years War was over, and Ireland lay in ruin. The Gaelic order ending, like the waxing of the moon. From Rathmullan they departed, one hundred travellers strong. A funerary march that was devoid of any song. They never did reach Spain, in France they parted ways. O’Neill arrived in Italy, made plans to re-invade. But a Spanish re-invasion, it never came to be. The earls they died in exile, Ireland now would not be free! The Nine Years War had come to its end, Ireland to England would ascend. Their language and religion would ensure, Eight hundred years was their rule! Eight hundred years was their rule! |
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12. | Back Home in Derry | 02:58 | Show lyrics |
In 1803 we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound if we didn’t all drown And the marks of our fetters we carried In our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans Our good women we left in sorrow As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil As down below decks we were lying O’Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream By a vision of bold Robert dying The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel Dan O’Connor was down with a fever Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay How many will meet their receiver Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight White horses rode high as the devil passed by Taking souls to Hades by twilight Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three We buried our comrades each morning In our own slime we were lost in a time Of endless night without dawning Van Diemen’s land is a hell for a man To end out his whole life in slavery Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law Neither wind nor rain care for bravery Twenty years have gone by, I’ve ended my bond My comrades ghosts walk behind me A rebel I came - I’m still the same On the cold winters night you will find me |
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48:26 |
Nine Years of Blood
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Tin whistle, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Ryan | Violin, Cello, Bowed bass |
Eric Fletcher | Bass |
Mauro Frison | Drums, Percussion |
Kieran Ball | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Michael Richards | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
Daniel Dürbeck | Design, Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | I Am Tuan | 02:37 | instrumental |
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2. | Hugh O’Neill - Earl of Tyrone | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
From the clan O’Neill in Tyrone A leader would arise Born to a world of conflict And a crown he would despise. His name was Hugh O’Neill Raised in the English Pale He served his English Lords And fought against the noble Gael But this was all a ruse A scan to hide his true intent He built a massive army With a duty to dissent The English called him a traitor! The Irish rallied to his call Through power play and struggle, O’Neill would lead them all! O’Neill, O’Neill, O’Neill Arise! War is fast approaching, and Ireland is the prize O’Neill, O’Neill, O’Neill Command! The English are upon us let us drive them from our land He sought aid from Spain and Scotland He secured his Northern lands. The English lords were furious They began to draw up his plans . He sacked the fort – Blackwater Killing English lords and more, The wheels were now in motion, So began the Nine Years War! |
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3. | Blood and Victory | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
The English did increase their strangle hold on Irish land. Their garrisons grew in number, under Bagenal’s command. O’Neill besieged a fort, he held to ransom eighty men, Henry Bagenal though this folly, and set his army to defend. Near two thousand troops Bagenal did have a hand, Veterans of Spanish wars were his to command. His confidence as great; his arrogance it knew no bounds He did not realise he faced a pack of Irish Hounds Bagenal was ambushed as they marched towards the fort, Irish muskets fired as cavalry attacked with force. The English then did charge and made a dash towards the gate, They reached their destination but their losses they were great! Two short days did pass, and the resupply was complete, English forces left the fortress, in darkness they tried to retreat. The Irish watched and were waiting, they attacked with vigour so true, Their cavalry caused so much chaos, the number of English dead grew. O’Neill himself did fight hand to hand upon the field, Against an English cavalry man who fell to Irish steel. Banegal led his force to a hilltop engulfed in flame, There they awaited their end but the Irish never came. O’Neill’s muskets had run dry of the powder that they crave, So he left the battle leaving hundreds in their graves. Banegal quickly fled, O’Neill revelled with his men, At the battle of the yellow ford, they would meet again. |
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4. | Queen of War | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
I am ageless, timeless, before me you will kneel. To worship me, and honour me, Pledge your life, your land, your steel. I soar above the turmoil of battle, war and strife, Gathering the souls of men, of those who lost their life. I am bloodless, and faceless, A shadow in the night. You fear me, revere me, you speak my name with spite. The Goddess dressed in black. The phantom queen of war, Many names have been bestowed, Many forms I do endure! Queen of War I am endless, and formless, My reign is absolute. So pray to me, adore me, Be you rich or destitute. Crafting courage in the hearts, Of warriors bold and true. Victory blood and honour, These gifts I give to you! Queen of War To War! |
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5. | The Battle of the Yellow Ford | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
Forces of the crown assembled, to march against The Gael. To aid the Blackwater Fort, the English were doomed to fail! Henry Banegal was in command of four thousand armoured men, Hugh O’Neill did lead the Irish, they took position in wood and glen. The road to the fort was lethal, with a trench dug far and wide, Marshalled at the Yellow Ford, the Irish army did reside. Six regiments the English held, and towards the fort they marched, Irish Kerns, concealed in the woods, Gave the order – Attack, Attack! O’Neill did search for Banegal, he wished to settle this hand to hand, But the Marshall had already fallen, Hugh O’Neill was in command! The English store of power was targeted and did explode, Men began to flee through the river- of English blood that flowed. The English struggled and fought until the massive trench was reached was reached, Their casualties were already great, as their lines were cruelly breached. A mistake in Banegal’s tactics would prove fatal to his fight, His regiments were spaced too wide, a fault the Irish did exploit. And so the battle did end, half the forces of the crown were lost, But an escalation of the war, would be the ultimate cost! |
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6. | Cath na Brioscaí | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Crown forces were under siege, In the county of Fermanagh. So a resupply was sent, To offer aid and bring relief. Henry Duke, he led the way, Of this small relief force. He expected no resistance, The Irish had other plans! Their march would take four days, They were laden with food supplies, Riflemen hid in the woods, Targeting soldiers as they could. The Irish attacked in force, at the ford of the Arney River. The ambush was absolute, The resupply was abandoned. The survivors fled to Cavan, their defeat did cause alarm. Fresh troops were sent from England, A change of tactics was at hand! |
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7. | The Harp, the Lion, the Dragon and the Sword | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
The harp, the lion, the dragon and sword, a unity of death, Upon the banners present in the growing English threat. The Earl of Essex finished, Mountjoy would lead the way, He won the Queens favour her message he would convey. With his two lieutenants –Chichester and Carew, Mountjoy would change the course of war , an end was now in view. But not before an epic task – Rebellion in the south! His forces were dispatched to stamp the bloody rebellion out! MacCarthy and Carew reached an accord regarding Munster, A neutral stance was taken by the cowardly Gaelic leader. The forces of the crown could then focus on Fitzthomas, The main rebel leader fought with all his might and valour. The forces of Carew attacked Fitzthomas with such strength, They killed twelve hundred rebels bringing an end to their dissent. Fitzthomas, he was captured, to London he was bound, The rebellion in Munster now an empty battleground. |
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8. | An Ale Before Battle | 00:28 | |
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9. | Nine Years of Blood | 01:35 | instrumental |
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10. | The Siege of Kinsale | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
The fate of Ireland’s freedom would be decided at Kinsale, The conclusion of the Nine Years War, the decimation of the Gael! In Sixteen Hundred and One, The Spanish joined the fight, They landed at Kinsale, Four thousand blades the Spanish bore. Mountjoy rallied for battle, with a plan to win the war, Towards the Spanish forces, he would meet them at Kinsale. O’Neill did leave his stronghold in the North, The Spanish would need aid, and tactical support. He destroyed the lands of his enemy as he marched, Leaving hundreds dead, their lands with fire he scorched! Mountjoy’s men surrounded all of Kinsale The Spanish under siege, arrows fell like hail. The English navy cut the town off from the sea, O’Neill knew the time had come, prepare to fight or flee! The English had strength in numbers but the ridge, the Irish held, O’Neill ordered a surprise attack, as the English cavalry swelled. The cavalry attacked with fierce, they charged through O’Neill’s men. An army that was close to destruction – from starvation, disease and drought, Had turned the war in their favour, the Irish were near wiped out. The Spanish forces surrendered, O’Neill fled to the North! |
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11. | Flight of the Earls | 04:06 | Show lyrics |
O’Neill did fight heroically at the battle of Kinsale. He nearly broke the English. He nearly did prevail. But in the end the English won, O’Neill was an outcast. An exile in the land he loved, a ruler of the past. “In this land I cannot be, here I cannot stay. I’d rather go and leave this place to famine and decay” His earls were in agreement, they made plans to sail to Spain. To plan a re-invasion, to remove the English reign. The Nine Years War was over, and Ireland lay in ruin. The Gaelic order ending, like the waxing of the moon. From Rathmullan they departed, one hundred travellers strong. A funerary march that was devoid of any song. They never did reach Spain, in France they parted ways. O’Neill arrived in Italy, made plans to re-invade. But a Spanish re-invasion, it never came to be. The earls they died in exile, Ireland now would not be free! The Nine Years War had come to its end, Ireland to England would ascend. Their language and religion would ensure, Eight hundred years was their rule! Eight hundred years was their rule! |
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12. | Back Home in Derry | 02:58 | Show lyrics |
In 1803 we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound if we didn’t all drown And the marks of our fetters we carried In our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans Our good women we left in sorrow As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil As down below decks we were lying O’Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream By a vision of bold Robert dying The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel Dan O’Connor was down with a fever Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay How many will meet their receiver Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight White horses rode high as the devil passed by Taking souls to Hades by twilight Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three We buried our comrades each morning In our own slime we were lost in a time Of endless night without dawning Van Diemen’s land is a hell for a man To end out his whole life in slavery Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law Neither wind nor rain care for bravery Twenty years have gone by, I’ve ended my bond My comrades ghosts walk behind me A rebel I came - I’m still the same On the cold winters night you will find me |
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48:26 |
Nine Years of Blood
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
John Ryan | Violin, Cello, Bowed bass |
Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Tin whistle, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Percussion |
Eric Fletcher | Bass |
Mauro Frison | Drums, Percussion |
Kieran Ball | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Michael Richards | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
Daniel Dürbeck | Design, Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:37 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Hugh O’Neill - Earl of Tyrone | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
From the clan O’Neill in Tyrone A leader would arise Born to a world of conflict And a crown he would despise. His name was Hugh O’Neill Raised in the English Pale He served his English Lords And fought against the noble Gael But this was all a ruse A scan to hide his true intent He built a massive army With a duty to dissent The English called him a traitor! The Irish rallied to his call Through power play and struggle, O’Neill would lead them all! O’Neill, O’Neill, O’Neill Arise! War is fast approaching, and Ireland is the prize O’Neill, O’Neill, O’Neill Command! The English are upon us let us drive them from our land He sought aid from Spain and Scotland He secured his Northern lands. The English lords were furious They began to draw up his plans . He sacked the fort – Blackwater Killing English lords and more, The wheels were now in motion, So began the Nine Years War! |
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3. | Blood and Victory | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
The English did increase their strangle hold on Irish land. Their garrisons grew in number, under Bagenal’s command. O’Neill besieged a fort, he held to ransom eighty men, Henry Bagenal though this folly, and set his army to defend. Near two thousand troops Bagenal did have a hand, Veterans of Spanish wars were his to command. His confidence as great; his arrogance it knew no bounds He did not realise he faced a pack of Irish Hounds Bagenal was ambushed as they marched towards the fort, Irish muskets fired as cavalry attacked with force. The English then did charge and made a dash towards the gate, They reached their destination but their losses they were great! Two short days did pass, and the resupply was complete, English forces left the fortress, in darkness they tried to retreat. The Irish watched and were waiting, they attacked with vigour so true, Their cavalry caused so much chaos, the number of English dead grew. O’Neill himself did fight hand to hand upon the field, Against an English cavalry man who fell to Irish steel. Banegal led his force to a hilltop engulfed in flame, There they awaited their end but the Irish never came. O’Neill’s muskets had run dry of the powder that they crave, So he left the battle leaving hundreds in their graves. Banegal quickly fled, O’Neill revelled with his men, At the battle of the yellow ford, they would meet again. |
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4. | Queen of War | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
I am ageless, timeless, before me you will kneel. To worship me, and honour me, Pledge your life, your land, your steel. I soar above the turmoil of battle, war and strife, Gathering the souls of men, of those who lost their life. I am bloodless, and faceless, A shadow in the night. You fear me, revere me, you speak my name with spite. The Goddess dressed in black. The phantom queen of war, Many names have been bestowed, Many forms I do endure! Queen of War I am endless, and formless, My reign is absolute. So pray to me, adore me, Be you rich or destitute. Crafting courage in the hearts, Of warriors bold and true. Victory blood and honour, These gifts I give to you! Queen of War To War! |
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5. | The Battle of the Yellow Ford | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
Forces of the crown assembled, to march against The Gael. To aid the Blackwater Fort, the English were doomed to fail! Henry Banegal was in command of four thousand armoured men, Hugh O’Neill did lead the Irish, they took position in wood and glen. The road to the fort was lethal, with a trench dug far and wide, Marshalled at the Yellow Ford, the Irish army did reside. Six regiments the English held, and towards the fort they marched, Irish Kerns, concealed in the woods, Gave the order – Attack, Attack! O’Neill did search for Banegal, he wished to settle this hand to hand, But the Marshall had already fallen, Hugh O’Neill was in command! The English store of power was targeted and did explode, Men began to flee through the river- of English blood that flowed. The English struggled and fought until the massive trench was reached was reached, Their casualties were already great, as their lines were cruelly breached. A mistake in Banegal’s tactics would prove fatal to his fight, His regiments were spaced too wide, a fault the Irish did exploit. And so the battle did end, half the forces of the crown were lost, But an escalation of the war, would be the ultimate cost! |
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6. | Cath na Brioscaí | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Crown forces were under siege, In the county of Fermanagh. So a resupply was sent, To offer aid and bring relief. Henry Duke, he led the way, Of this small relief force. He expected no resistance, The Irish had other plans! Their march would take four days, They were laden with food supplies, Riflemen hid in the woods, Targeting soldiers as they could. The Irish attacked in force, at the ford of the Arney River. The ambush was absolute, The resupply was abandoned. The survivors fled to Cavan, their defeat did cause alarm. Fresh troops were sent from England, A change of tactics was at hand! |
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7. | The Harp, the Lion, the Dragon and the Sword | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
The harp, the lion, the dragon and sword, a unity of death, Upon the banners present in the growing English threat. The Earl of Essex finished, Mountjoy would lead the way, He won the Queens favour her message he would convey. With his two lieutenants –Chichester and Carew, Mountjoy would change the course of war , an end was now in view. But not before an epic task – Rebellion in the south! His forces were dispatched to stamp the bloody rebellion out! MacCarthy and Carew reached an accord regarding Munster, A neutral stance was taken by the cowardly Gaelic leader. The forces of the crown could then focus on Fitzthomas, The main rebel leader fought with all his might and valour. The forces of Carew attacked Fitzthomas with such strength, They killed twelve hundred rebels bringing an end to their dissent. Fitzthomas, he was captured, to London he was bound, The rebellion in Munster now an empty battleground. |
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8. | An Ale Before Battle | 00:28 | |
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9. | Nine Years of Blood | 01:35 | instrumental |
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10. | The Siege of Kinsale | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
The fate of Ireland’s freedom would be decided at Kinsale, The conclusion of the Nine Years War, the decimation of the Gael! In Sixteen Hundred and One, The Spanish joined the fight, They landed at Kinsale, Four thousand blades the Spanish bore. Mountjoy rallied for battle, with a plan to win the war, Towards the Spanish forces, he would meet them at Kinsale. O’Neill did leave his stronghold in the North, The Spanish would need aid, and tactical support. He destroyed the lands of his enemy as he marched, Leaving hundreds dead, their lands with fire he scorched! Mountjoy’s men surrounded all of Kinsale The Spanish under siege, arrows fell like hail. The English navy cut the town off from the sea, O’Neill knew the time had come, prepare to fight or flee! The English had strength in numbers but the ridge, the Irish held, O’Neill ordered a surprise attack, as the English cavalry swelled. The cavalry attacked with fierce, they charged through O’Neill’s men. An army that was close to destruction – from starvation, disease and drought, Had turned the war in their favour, the Irish were near wiped out. The Spanish forces surrendered, O’Neill fled to the North! |
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11. | Flight of the Earls | 04:06 | Show lyrics |
O’Neill did fight heroically at the battle of Kinsale. He nearly broke the English. He nearly did prevail. But in the end the English won, O’Neill was an outcast. An exile in the land he loved, a ruler of the past. “In this land I cannot be, here I cannot stay. I’d rather go and leave this place to famine and decay” His earls were in agreement, they made plans to sail to Spain. To plan a re-invasion, to remove the English reign. The Nine Years War was over, and Ireland lay in ruin. The Gaelic order ending, like the waxing of the moon. From Rathmullan they departed, one hundred travellers strong. A funerary march that was devoid of any song. They never did reach Spain, in France they parted ways. O’Neill arrived in Italy, made plans to re-invade. But a Spanish re-invasion, it never came to be. The earls they died in exile, Ireland now would not be free! The Nine Years War had come to its end, Ireland to England would ascend. Their language and religion would ensure, Eight hundred years was their rule! Eight hundred years was their rule! |
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12. | Back Home in Derry | 02:58 | Show lyrics |
In 1803 we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound if we didn’t all drown And the marks of our fetters we carried In our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans Our good women we left in sorrow As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil As down below decks we were lying O’Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream By a vision of bold Robert dying The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel Dan O’Connor was down with a fever Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay How many will meet their receiver Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight White horses rode high as the devil passed by Taking souls to Hades by twilight Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three We buried our comrades each morning In our own slime we were lost in a time Of endless night without dawning Van Diemen’s land is a hell for a man To end out his whole life in slavery Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law Neither wind nor rain care for bravery Twenty years have gone by, I’ve ended my bond My comrades ghosts walk behind me A rebel I came - I’m still the same On the cold winters night you will find me |
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Nine Years of Blood
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Keith Fay | Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Tin whistle, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Bodhrán, Percussion |
John Ryan | Violin, Cello, Bowed bass |
Eric Fletcher | Bass |
Mauro Frison | Drums, Percussion |
Kieran Ball | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Michael Richards | Recording, Mixing, Producer |
Daniel Dürbeck | Design, Layout |
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1. | I Am Tuan | 02:37 | instrumental |
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2. | Hugh O’Neill - Earl of Tyrone | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
From the clan O’Neill in Tyrone A leader would arise Born to a world of conflict And a crown he would despise. His name was Hugh O’Neill Raised in the English Pale He served his English Lords And fought against the noble Gael But this was all a ruse A scan to hide his true intent He built a massive army With a duty to dissent The English called him a traitor! The Irish rallied to his call Through power play and struggle, O’Neill would lead them all! O’Neill, O’Neill, O’Neill Arise! War is fast approaching, and Ireland is the prize O’Neill, O’Neill, O’Neill Command! The English are upon us let us drive them from our land He sought aid from Spain and Scotland He secured his Northern lands. The English lords were furious They began to draw up his plans . He sacked the fort – Blackwater Killing English lords and more, The wheels were now in motion, So began the Nine Years War! |
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3. | Blood and Victory | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
The English did increase their strangle hold on Irish land. Their garrisons grew in number, under Bagenal’s command. O’Neill besieged a fort, he held to ransom eighty men, Henry Bagenal though this folly, and set his army to defend. Near two thousand troops Bagenal did have a hand, Veterans of Spanish wars were his to command. His confidence as great; his arrogance it knew no bounds He did not realise he faced a pack of Irish Hounds Bagenal was ambushed as they marched towards the fort, Irish muskets fired as cavalry attacked with force. The English then did charge and made a dash towards the gate, They reached their destination but their losses they were great! Two short days did pass, and the resupply was complete, English forces left the fortress, in darkness they tried to retreat. The Irish watched and were waiting, they attacked with vigour so true, Their cavalry caused so much chaos, the number of English dead grew. O’Neill himself did fight hand to hand upon the field, Against an English cavalry man who fell to Irish steel. Banegal led his force to a hilltop engulfed in flame, There they awaited their end but the Irish never came. O’Neill’s muskets had run dry of the powder that they crave, So he left the battle leaving hundreds in their graves. Banegal quickly fled, O’Neill revelled with his men, At the battle of the yellow ford, they would meet again. |
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4. | Queen of War | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
I am ageless, timeless, before me you will kneel. To worship me, and honour me, Pledge your life, your land, your steel. I soar above the turmoil of battle, war and strife, Gathering the souls of men, of those who lost their life. I am bloodless, and faceless, A shadow in the night. You fear me, revere me, you speak my name with spite. The Goddess dressed in black. The phantom queen of war, Many names have been bestowed, Many forms I do endure! Queen of War I am endless, and formless, My reign is absolute. So pray to me, adore me, Be you rich or destitute. Crafting courage in the hearts, Of warriors bold and true. Victory blood and honour, These gifts I give to you! Queen of War To War! |
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5. | The Battle of the Yellow Ford | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
Forces of the crown assembled, to march against The Gael. To aid the Blackwater Fort, the English were doomed to fail! Henry Banegal was in command of four thousand armoured men, Hugh O’Neill did lead the Irish, they took position in wood and glen. The road to the fort was lethal, with a trench dug far and wide, Marshalled at the Yellow Ford, the Irish army did reside. Six regiments the English held, and towards the fort they marched, Irish Kerns, concealed in the woods, Gave the order – Attack, Attack! O’Neill did search for Banegal, he wished to settle this hand to hand, But the Marshall had already fallen, Hugh O’Neill was in command! The English store of power was targeted and did explode, Men began to flee through the river- of English blood that flowed. The English struggled and fought until the massive trench was reached was reached, Their casualties were already great, as their lines were cruelly breached. A mistake in Banegal’s tactics would prove fatal to his fight, His regiments were spaced too wide, a fault the Irish did exploit. And so the battle did end, half the forces of the crown were lost, But an escalation of the war, would be the ultimate cost! |
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6. | Cath na Brioscaí | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Crown forces were under siege, In the county of Fermanagh. So a resupply was sent, To offer aid and bring relief. Henry Duke, he led the way, Of this small relief force. He expected no resistance, The Irish had other plans! Their march would take four days, They were laden with food supplies, Riflemen hid in the woods, Targeting soldiers as they could. The Irish attacked in force, at the ford of the Arney River. The ambush was absolute, The resupply was abandoned. The survivors fled to Cavan, their defeat did cause alarm. Fresh troops were sent from England, A change of tactics was at hand! |
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7. | The Harp, the Lion, the Dragon and the Sword | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
The harp, the lion, the dragon and sword, a unity of death, Upon the banners present in the growing English threat. The Earl of Essex finished, Mountjoy would lead the way, He won the Queens favour her message he would convey. With his two lieutenants –Chichester and Carew, Mountjoy would change the course of war , an end was now in view. But not before an epic task – Rebellion in the south! His forces were dispatched to stamp the bloody rebellion out! MacCarthy and Carew reached an accord regarding Munster, A neutral stance was taken by the cowardly Gaelic leader. The forces of the crown could then focus on Fitzthomas, The main rebel leader fought with all his might and valour. The forces of Carew attacked Fitzthomas with such strength, They killed twelve hundred rebels bringing an end to their dissent. Fitzthomas, he was captured, to London he was bound, The rebellion in Munster now an empty battleground. |
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8. | An Ale Before Battle | 00:28 | |
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9. | Nine Years of Blood | 01:35 | instrumental |
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10. | The Siege of Kinsale | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
The fate of Ireland’s freedom would be decided at Kinsale, The conclusion of the Nine Years War, the decimation of the Gael! In Sixteen Hundred and One, The Spanish joined the fight, They landed at Kinsale, Four thousand blades the Spanish bore. Mountjoy rallied for battle, with a plan to win the war, Towards the Spanish forces, he would meet them at Kinsale. O’Neill did leave his stronghold in the North, The Spanish would need aid, and tactical support. He destroyed the lands of his enemy as he marched, Leaving hundreds dead, their lands with fire he scorched! Mountjoy’s men surrounded all of Kinsale The Spanish under siege, arrows fell like hail. The English navy cut the town off from the sea, O’Neill knew the time had come, prepare to fight or flee! The English had strength in numbers but the ridge, the Irish held, O’Neill ordered a surprise attack, as the English cavalry swelled. The cavalry attacked with fierce, they charged through O’Neill’s men. An army that was close to destruction – from starvation, disease and drought, Had turned the war in their favour, the Irish were near wiped out. The Spanish forces surrendered, O’Neill fled to the North! |
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11. | Flight of the Earls | 04:06 | Show lyrics |
O’Neill did fight heroically at the battle of Kinsale. He nearly broke the English. He nearly did prevail. But in the end the English won, O’Neill was an outcast. An exile in the land he loved, a ruler of the past. “In this land I cannot be, here I cannot stay. I’d rather go and leave this place to famine and decay” His earls were in agreement, they made plans to sail to Spain. To plan a re-invasion, to remove the English reign. The Nine Years War was over, and Ireland lay in ruin. The Gaelic order ending, like the waxing of the moon. From Rathmullan they departed, one hundred travellers strong. A funerary march that was devoid of any song. They never did reach Spain, in France they parted ways. O’Neill arrived in Italy, made plans to re-invade. But a Spanish re-invasion, it never came to be. The earls they died in exile, Ireland now would not be free! The Nine Years War had come to its end, Ireland to England would ascend. Their language and religion would ensure, Eight hundred years was their rule! Eight hundred years was their rule! |
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12. | Back Home in Derry | 02:58 | Show lyrics |
In 1803 we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound if we didn’t all drown And the marks of our fetters we carried In our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans Our good women we left in sorrow As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil As down below decks we were lying O’Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream By a vision of bold Robert dying The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel Dan O’Connor was down with a fever Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay How many will meet their receiver Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight White horses rode high as the devil passed by Taking souls to Hades by twilight Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three We buried our comrades each morning In our own slime we were lost in a time Of endless night without dawning Van Diemen’s land is a hell for a man To end out his whole life in slavery Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law Neither wind nor rain care for bravery Twenty years have gone by, I’ve ended my bond My comrades ghosts walk behind me A rebel I came - I’m still the same On the cold winters night you will find me |
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