The voice of Tuan: They soared upon the wind above the crimson peaks of Connemara As witchcraft filled their sails, they travelled on Towards the hills of Rein, to conquer Eireann from the Fir Bolg's grasp Thus spoke mighty Nuada, king of the Tuatha de Danann Nuada, King of the Tuatha de Danann: Mighty Sun-God Lug, we hear thy call to battle May thy gaze of fire bless our blades We sailed forth from the sun, for in this land we'll settle The land of our forefathers, shores of Nemed Ravenwinged warwitches ride the wind To bring our enemies death and despair The strength of our swords and all mystic forces on our side The powers of Earth and Water, Fire and Air Marching onward, onward to Eireann The land which once was ours, proud island clad in green Towards the vast plains of Magh Nia - HEY! To Belgatan our warriors march - HEY! Here we hide within the Black Hill's shadow We rest 'neath the might of mount Belgatan To test the power of our enemies blades Awaiting the battles to come Like the power of an earthquake our warriors stand Here by the hillsides of Belgatan Ready and willing to loose the bond Which binds the spirit to mortal form The voice of Tuan: Then finally came the day when the two hostile forces' champions met They took the test of strength, a blood-bond was declared Breas Beautiful and Streng decided that the island might be shared But both their kings refused and thus they met their fate Nuada: The huge plain of Magh Nia shall be the battleground May our enemies' heads ride high upon our spears So march my warriors bold, for we are glorybound We are the Tuatha de Danann and we know no fears Beneath the Raven-banners our shining army rides Feel our thirst to challenge the worm-god's powers We've got the fearsome magic of the thricefold Badb on our side So by tomorrow's nightfall all Eireann will be ours