| 作曲 : SuidAkrA, Verwimp | |
| Awake, proud Cuchulainn | |
| From thy deep dark slumber | |
| Hear the sounds of war-horns | |
| And of swords that are shattering | |
| Awake, proud Cuchulainn | |
| Hasten thee to the battle | |
| Hear Aoife's war-cries echoing | |
| And the swords that she's shattering | |
| Wielding mighty Dacian steel | |
| She stands victorious on the battlefield | |
| No hero, nor Scáthach herself | |
| Could ever hope to make her yield | |
| For on this day, so many years ago | |
| It happened that her prince was slain | |
| Driving his chariot and swinging his sword | |
| Now she seeks vengeance in his name | |
| Slay, proud Cuchulainn | |
| Make her warriors bleed | |
| Tides of war are turning | |
| Three heroes at your feet | |
| Now Aoife herself is charging | |
| And your sword will soon be shattering | |
| Three mighty blows the princess dealt | |
| And with the fourth, the warrior fell | |
| His weapon, broken off at the hilt | |
| Cuchulainn now would soon be killed | |
| Yet, right before the final strike | |
| Aoife heard Scáthach's distant cry | |
| "Ah, look, Aoife's two horses and her chariot | |
| They have fallen down the glen and have all perished" | |
| As she paused to glance around | |
| Cuchulainn sprang up, threw her to the ground | |
| "Life for life," Aoife suddenly cried | |
| "Three demands to me," the hero replied | |
| "Give in to Scáthach | |
| Nor ever defy her again | |
| On this island, you'll always remain | |
| Bear me a son | |
| Conlaoch be his name!" | |
| To all this, Aoife agreed | |
| For this brave man who had made her yield | |
| Reminded her of her long lost love | |
| And finally she found peace |
| zuo qu : SuidAkrA, Verwimp | |
| Awake, proud Cuchulainn | |
| From thy deep dark slumber | |
| Hear the sounds of warhorns | |
| And of swords that are shattering | |
| Awake, proud Cuchulainn | |
| Hasten thee to the battle | |
| Hear Aoife' s warcries echoing | |
| And the swords that she' s shattering | |
| Wielding mighty Dacian steel | |
| She stands victorious on the battlefield | |
| No hero, nor Sca thach herself | |
| Could ever hope to make her yield | |
| For on this day, so many years ago | |
| It happened that her prince was slain | |
| Driving his chariot and swinging his sword | |
| Now she seeks vengeance in his name | |
| Slay, proud Cuchulainn | |
| Make her warriors bleed | |
| Tides of war are turning | |
| Three heroes at your feet | |
| Now Aoife herself is charging | |
| And your sword will soon be shattering | |
| Three mighty blows the princess dealt | |
| And with the fourth, the warrior fell | |
| His weapon, broken off at the hilt | |
| Cuchulainn now would soon be killed | |
| Yet, right before the final strike | |
| Aoife heard Sca thach' s distant cry | |
| " Ah, look, Aoife' s two horses and her chariot | |
| They have fallen down the glen and have all perished" | |
| As she paused to glance around | |
| Cuchulainn sprang up, threw her to the ground | |
| " Life for life," Aoife suddenly cried | |
| " Three demands to me," the hero replied | |
| " Give in to Sca thach | |
| Nor ever defy her again | |
| On this island, you' ll always remain | |
| Bear me a son | |
| Conlaoch be his name!" | |
| To all this, Aoife agreed | |
| For this brave man who had made her yield | |
| Reminded her of her long lost love | |
| And finally she found peace |
| zuò qǔ : SuidAkrA, Verwimp | |
| Awake, proud Cuchulainn | |
| From thy deep dark slumber | |
| Hear the sounds of warhorns | |
| And of swords that are shattering | |
| Awake, proud Cuchulainn | |
| Hasten thee to the battle | |
| Hear Aoife' s warcries echoing | |
| And the swords that she' s shattering | |
| Wielding mighty Dacian steel | |
| She stands victorious on the battlefield | |
| No hero, nor Scá thach herself | |
| Could ever hope to make her yield | |
| For on this day, so many years ago | |
| It happened that her prince was slain | |
| Driving his chariot and swinging his sword | |
| Now she seeks vengeance in his name | |
| Slay, proud Cuchulainn | |
| Make her warriors bleed | |
| Tides of war are turning | |
| Three heroes at your feet | |
| Now Aoife herself is charging | |
| And your sword will soon be shattering | |
| Three mighty blows the princess dealt | |
| And with the fourth, the warrior fell | |
| His weapon, broken off at the hilt | |
| Cuchulainn now would soon be killed | |
| Yet, right before the final strike | |
| Aoife heard Scá thach' s distant cry | |
| " Ah, look, Aoife' s two horses and her chariot | |
| They have fallen down the glen and have all perished" | |
| As she paused to glance around | |
| Cuchulainn sprang up, threw her to the ground | |
| " Life for life," Aoife suddenly cried | |
| " Three demands to me," the hero replied | |
| " Give in to Scá thach | |
| Nor ever defy her again | |
| On this island, you' ll always remain | |
| Bear me a son | |
| Conlaoch be his name!" | |
| To all this, Aoife agreed | |
| For this brave man who had made her yield | |
| Reminded her of her long lost love | |
| And finally she found peace |
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