Forces of lightning strike, storms prevail
Light out of heaven fall, gods would I call
Proud and glory, flesh and blood
Fly up high sad crow, fly through dense clouds
Flying hordes, blazing swords
Up high sentence fall, high I`d call
Hornes far blare, an ravens stare
In fire take care, cries everywhere
Falcons and sirens cry, announce a higher shere
In his arms me fold, death stay long since here
Hills in cool haze, graves in blood
Baptized in fire and snow, gods of an suppress crowd
I bhfag thuas cas ar De`Danann
Voices of thunder, storms prevail
Light out of heaven fall, gods would I call
Proud and glory, flesh and blood
Fly up high sad crow, fly through dense clouds