1. TO MOYTURA WE RETURN

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.


2. MAEVE'S MARCH

(Instrumental)


3. CÚCHULAINN (THE HOUND OF CULANN)

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.


4. BATTLE FRENZY

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.


5. THE VOYAGE OF BRAN

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.


6. TO INVOKE THE HORNED GOD

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.


7. F.M.C.D.A.C.A.K.A.F.G.H.

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8. SCÉAL NA FIANNA

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