Another time, another century
When the gods were rising from the seas
And the destiny was molded by the ancient druids like clay
Lord of knowledge, master of the fight
Eternal fire burning from my eyes
And I can give you life… but in a glimpse I’ll take your life away
Frozen winter, scalding summer
All the seasons in my hands
Duardabla, enchanting harp
Your sweet song will lead the way!
Celtic king, supreme king!
Feed your spirit in my cauldron of plenty
Tuatha king, magic king
Feed your mind in my cauldron of plenty
From the spring to the autumn
Beating giants in my realm
My coir-cethair-chuir
Fill the irish woods of green
Celtic king, supreme king!
Feed your spirit in my cauldron of plenty
Tuatha king, magic king
Feed your mind in my cauldron of plenty
Celtic king, supreme king!
All the wisdom in my cauldron of plenty
Tuatha king, magic king
Feed your mind in my cauldron of plenty
