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