Song | The Middle Kingdom |
Artist | Cruachan |
Album | A Celtic Legacy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fay | |
We who are old yet fair of face, | |
Thousands of years this world did grace, | |
Beneath the earth away from men, | |
Our Middle Kingdom it lies hidden. | |
With sword in hand and our shields by our sides, | |
We march in hoards we will never subside. | |
Our DÚ Danann form has passed with time, | |
But still we love music and still we love wine. | |
We are of the forest, we are of the earth, | |
Our heads full of knowledge our ways full of mirth. | |
We know all the answers to questions unasked, | |
We live in the light with no fear of the dark. | |
It must be said we have dark evil breeds, | |
Who plague mankind with their mischievous deeds, | |
The Phooka, the Merrow, the wailing Bean-shee, | |
Are hideous creatures as dark as can be. | |
Avoid the lone thorn tree that grows in the field, | |
Do not cut it down with the axe that you wield, | |
It coarses magic from branch to root, | |
And woe to he who eats its fruit. | |
Of itself the tree did grow, | |
From faerie magic cast long ago, | |
Therefore we bid you to let it stand, | |
Ill fortune to those who ignore our command. | |
"We who are old, we are revered, born of the earth, immortal and feared" | |
In the dead of night see us dance on the hills, | |
On fiddles and flutes we play jigs and reels. | |
The sky is ablaze with a myriad of light, | |
Our faerie music is heard through the night. | |
We who are old yet fair of face, | |
Thousands of years this world did grace, | |
But modern man and his cynical ways, | |
Are bringing us to the end of our days. |
zuo qu : Fay | |
We who are old yet fair of face, | |
Thousands of years this world did grace, | |
Beneath the earth away from men, | |
Our Middle Kingdom it lies hidden. | |
With sword in hand and our shields by our sides, | |
We march in hoards we will never subside. | |
Our DÚ Danann form has passed with time, | |
But still we love music and still we love wine. | |
We are of the forest, we are of the earth, | |
Our heads full of knowledge our ways full of mirth. | |
We know all the answers to questions unasked, | |
We live in the light with no fear of the dark. | |
It must be said we have dark evil breeds, | |
Who plague mankind with their mischievous deeds, | |
The Phooka, the Merrow, the wailing Beanshee, | |
Are hideous creatures as dark as can be. | |
Avoid the lone thorn tree that grows in the field, | |
Do not cut it down with the axe that you wield, | |
It coarses magic from branch to root, | |
And woe to he who eats its fruit. | |
Of itself the tree did grow, | |
From faerie magic cast long ago, | |
Therefore we bid you to let it stand, | |
Ill fortune to those who ignore our command. | |
" We who are old, we are revered, born of the earth, immortal and feared" | |
In the dead of night see us dance on the hills, | |
On fiddles and flutes we play jigs and reels. | |
The sky is ablaze with a myriad of light, | |
Our faerie music is heard through the night. | |
We who are old yet fair of face, | |
Thousands of years this world did grace, | |
But modern man and his cynical ways, | |
Are bringing us to the end of our days. |
zuò qǔ : Fay | |
We who are old yet fair of face, | |
Thousands of years this world did grace, | |
Beneath the earth away from men, | |
Our Middle Kingdom it lies hidden. | |
With sword in hand and our shields by our sides, | |
We march in hoards we will never subside. | |
Our DÚ Danann form has passed with time, | |
But still we love music and still we love wine. | |
We are of the forest, we are of the earth, | |
Our heads full of knowledge our ways full of mirth. | |
We know all the answers to questions unasked, | |
We live in the light with no fear of the dark. | |
It must be said we have dark evil breeds, | |
Who plague mankind with their mischievous deeds, | |
The Phooka, the Merrow, the wailing Beanshee, | |
Are hideous creatures as dark as can be. | |
Avoid the lone thorn tree that grows in the field, | |
Do not cut it down with the axe that you wield, | |
It coarses magic from branch to root, | |
And woe to he who eats its fruit. | |
Of itself the tree did grow, | |
From faerie magic cast long ago, | |
Therefore we bid you to let it stand, | |
Ill fortune to those who ignore our command. | |
" We who are old, we are revered, born of the earth, immortal and feared" | |
In the dead of night see us dance on the hills, | |
On fiddles and flutes we play jigs and reels. | |
The sky is ablaze with a myriad of light, | |
Our faerie music is heard through the night. | |
We who are old yet fair of face, | |
Thousands of years this world did grace, | |
But modern man and his cynical ways, | |
Are bringing us to the end of our days. |