1. TAIN BO CUAILNGE

(Instrumental)


2. DANCING WITH KORRIGANS

Long ago, lost in the forest
A man beheld the world's eldest
In circle, dancing in the night
And trees bathin' in torches light

Dark night, O night of revelry
Hailed in their songs and joy to be
They said to the man from the glade
« Dance with us, before the lights fade »

He was brought in to the middle
Of the jig, next to the minstrel
The harp displayed its cheerful tune
The steps pace was heard from the moon

There he sang and danced, sorrowless
There he ran and laughed, in gladness
The mead was good and voices fair
A mad ecstasy filled the air

Hours passed by, weariness came
Exhausted, broken, weak and lame
If he asked for help, none can say
For the pixies had ran away

Down in the earth, in halls of stone
Under the sun, he died alone
Roots and grass as an open tomb
Thus was his fate, thus was his doom

The forest became quiet and still
As the man lied behind the rill
The korrigans apeased their transe
Waiting for the next savage dance

Too bad, you humans are so frail
You shouldn't seek us beyond the dale
But if you think it's a deceit
Come, and follow this deadly beat


3. STRAY AWAY CHILD

(Instrumental)


4. TRISKELL

I was old when the world was young
Forget thy name and come along

 Triskell, show me the way
Towards the moonlight and the day
For me the roads unfold
Revealing the secrets of old

Watch what thou wouldst have never see 
Leave the flesh of thine, set thee free.

Triskell, with thee I'm one
From the clouds, the mountains I crown
I will bring a new spring
And the sunrise from eagle's wing

No crown have I, nor carven throne
These paths that I once walked alone
Brought me away from mortal men
Away from the plains, fen and glen

I sought the moonlight and the day
Beyond the earth, the stars lead my way
Driven by the whispers in the breeze
I reached the source, among the trees

Friend, look away, the roads unfold
Find yourself these secrets untold
Go on, the Triskell awaits thee
For you will learn no more from me

I was old when the world was young
Forget thy name and come along

Triskell, with thee I'm all
I'll be the winds when winters fall
I will be frost and mist
When all else will cease to exist 

Watch what thou wouldst have never see 
Leave the flesh of thine, set thee free.

Triskell, from thee I'm born
Like the wind, coming from the storm
Grant me endless wisdom
So I may enter thy kingdom 

I was old when the world was young
Forget thy name and come along

 Triskell, show me the way
Towards the moonlight and the day
For me the roads unfold
Revealing the secrets of old

Watch what thou wouldst have never see 
Leave the flesh of thine, set thee free.

Triskell, from thee I'm born
Like the wind, coming from the storm
Grant me endless wisdom
So I may enter thy kingdom 


5. BROKELTANN

Ijinit ul lenn teñval
E zourioù sioul ha lugernus
Ur vrumenn tanv stag a-razh an dour
Hag an heol a sav tamm ha tamm en dremmwel

Amañ ma Myrahin, ambrouget gant Uther
A-greiz holl, e strink ar c'hleze !

Goustadik, Uther kemer ar c'hleze
Dalc'het gant un dorn hir ha milzin
Itron al lenn e lez da vont
Hag e tistro en he rouantelezh

Amañ e krog ar vojenn !


6. MORRISON'S JIG

(Instrumental)


7. TO DEFEND OUR CELTIC LANDS

Poor legions, bad Aeduis, Caesar's forces, siege would fail

In front of walls, legionaries
Are fighting without hearing
Caesar's call of retreat
They will fall

A proud warrior leads gaulish troops
Without fear of dying
To defend our celtic lands
With honour

In the heat of the moment
Roman troops are killing
Aeduis, their gaulish allies
What a shame

Fight hard we'll never let them win
They will never pass these walls

They'll fall one by one
Their blood on our swords
They'll never see end of the winter


8. CHOUCHEN BEFORE BREAKFAST

(Instrumental)


9. SCOTS

Warriors clan living in forest
Betrayed by their old allies
Now it's time to defeat them
For the liberty of our lands

A cold wind blows on our face
One last smile to our child
Without fear on this darkest hours
We are marching to the battle

Our enemies can hear our battlecry
Beyond the fog and the seas
They are leaving the battlefield
This is the scot's strenght !

Death, Glory, Honour,
Through the battle for our clan
Death, Glory, Honour,
Through the battle for our lands