| Song | Scáthach |
| Artist | Suidakra |
| Album | Crògacht |
| 作曲 : SuidAkrA, Verwimp | |
| Endless, their journey had seemed | |
| Slain, beaten, a defeat | |
| Exiled from the Scythian steppes they had been | |
| No retreat! | |
| With four Roman legions hot on their trail | |
| Betrayed, beaten, a defeat | |
| Two sisters bound for revenge | |
| To Alba in strong gales they set sail | |
| Young Aoife's lover wavered | |
| In a duel, fate would decide | |
| The Dacian prince challenged | |
| Two chariots would ride | |
| No match for the queen | |
| The prince soon lay dead | |
| This deed of her sister | |
| Aoife would never forget | |
| Mighty Scáthach | |
| Scythian queen | |
| Fierce Scáthach | |
| I fight for thee | |
| Oh, listen to me now as I tell her tale | |
| Mighty Scáthach | |
| Scythian queen | |
| Fierce Scáthach | |
| I die for thee | |
| Oh, hear us now as we sing her tale | |
| And in turn, I will teach | |
| The bravest of thee | |
| Who wants to join | |
| And once fight for me | |
| For Rome will one day | |
| Feel the scorn | |
| Of a Scythian queen | |
| Named Scáthach | |
| Now the Picts had been watching | |
| For the first time they saw | |
| They decided to worship | |
| A true goddess in awe | |
| Come and live on this island | |
| The Picts now cried | |
| For we will ever defend | |
| On our land of shadows | |
| The Roman eagle | |
| Shall never descend! | |
| Endless their journey had seemed | |
| Slain, beaten, a defeat | |
| Exiled from the Scythian steppes they had been | |
| No retreat! | |
| With four Roman Legions hot on their trail | |
| Betrayed, beaten, a defeat | |
| Two sisters bound for revenge | |
| To Alba, they set sail | |
| Oh, hear me now as I sing her tale | |
| Mighty Scáthach | |
| Scythian queen | |
| Fierce Scáthach | |
| I die for thee | |
| Oh, listen to me now as I tell her tale | |
| Mighty Scáthach | |
| Scythian queen | |
| Fierce Scáthach | |
| We pray to thee | |
| Oh, hear us now as we sing her tale | |
| And in turn, I will teach | |
| The bravest of thee | |
| Who wants to join | |
| And once fight for me | |
| For Rome will one day | |
| Feel the scorn | |
| Of a Scythian queen | |
| Named Scáthach |
| zuò qǔ : SuidAkrA, Verwimp | |
| Endless, their journey had seemed | |
| Slain, beaten, a defeat | |
| Exiled from the Scythian steppes they had been | |
| No retreat! | |
| With four Roman legions hot on their trail | |
| Betrayed, beaten, a defeat | |
| Two sisters bound for revenge | |
| To Alba in strong gales they set sail | |
| Young Aoife' s lover wavered | |
| In a duel, fate would decide | |
| The Dacian prince challenged | |
| Two chariots would ride | |
| No match for the queen | |
| The prince soon lay dead | |
| This deed of her sister | |
| Aoife would never forget | |
| Mighty Scá thach | |
| Scythian queen | |
| Fierce Scá thach | |
| I fight for thee | |
| Oh, listen to me now as I tell her tale | |
| Mighty Scá thach | |
| Scythian queen | |
| Fierce Scá thach | |
| I die for thee | |
| Oh, hear us now as we sing her tale | |
| And in turn, I will teach | |
| The bravest of thee | |
| Who wants to join | |
| And once fight for me | |
| For Rome will one day | |
| Feel the scorn | |
| Of a Scythian queen | |
| Named Scá thach | |
| Now the Picts had been watching | |
| For the first time they saw | |
| They decided to worship | |
| A true goddess in awe | |
| Come and live on this island | |
| The Picts now cried | |
| For we will ever defend | |
| On our land of shadows | |
| The Roman eagle | |
| Shall never descend! | |
| Endless their journey had seemed | |
| Slain, beaten, a defeat | |
| Exiled from the Scythian steppes they had been | |
| No retreat! | |
| With four Roman Legions hot on their trail | |
| Betrayed, beaten, a defeat | |
| Two sisters bound for revenge | |
| To Alba, they set sail | |
| Oh, hear me now as I sing her tale | |
| Mighty Scá thach | |
| Scythian queen | |
| Fierce Scá thach | |
| I die for thee | |
| Oh, listen to me now as I tell her tale | |
| Mighty Scá thach | |
| Scythian queen | |
| Fierce Scá thach | |
| We pray to thee | |
| Oh, hear us now as we sing her tale | |
| And in turn, I will teach | |
| The bravest of thee | |
| Who wants to join | |
| And once fight for me | |
| For Rome will one day | |
| Feel the scorn | |
| Of a Scythian queen | |
| Named Scá thach |