Celtachor In The Halls Of Our Ancient Fathers (demo) 1. Nemed's Wake [Instrumental] 2. Rise Of Lugh Upon the Horizion,The Tower of glass stands tall Balor of the evil eye ,watchs over all The sons of nemed attacked with the power of druid spells A great wave swallowed them and took them to the depths A Druid told Balor,he would fall to a grandson he sent his only daughter ,Ethlinn away into the tower of glass Twelve women put there to guard and protect To never see or hear the name of a man and to grow beautifull. Cian, Goibniu and Samthainn Three brothers of the tuatha de danann Residing at Druim na Teine The Ridge of the fire Guarding the glas gaibhnenn Who's milk would never fail From the theiving hordes that coveted her. Balor had set his eyes on it as well Turning into a Young boy he tricked Samthainn and as the brothers quarelled about the iron and steel He left the forge,snatched the cow and crossed the sea. Cian traveled to the Mountains to find the druid Birog She dressed him as a woman and sent him across the sea in a gust of wind...... As they entered the tower of glass Birog put a spell of sleep upon them, Cian found Ethlinn and she gave herself to him But by the winds,he was sent away And Ethlinn bore a son!! Balor found out and a fear grew on him He sent his people to put the child in cloth and to secure it with a pin Balor commanded that the child ,be tossed into the sea As the waves crashed,tumbled and fell A newborn thought to have drowned The one prophesised ,to end the tyrants reign.... Birog saved the child and brought him to Cian and he sent him to Taillte,Daughter of the Great Plain Thus Lugh was born and a saga began.. 3. In The Halls Of Nuada Lugh went to Nuada, of the Silver Arm At the Great Feast of Temhair,Celestial fires burn bright I am Lugh son of Cian and Ethlinn What are you skilled in Master of all arts? I am champion,carpenter,harper and smith I am magician ,poet and cupbearer, Nuada challenged him to a game of chess And ever game played Lugh won None like him have entered here,His face as bright as the sun Lugh took the throne for thirteen days ,and not a day more. To fight against the fomor!! Lugh went to Grellach Dollaid with the Dagda ,Nuada and Ogma To make plans and wage war on the fomor The place was called"The Whisper of the Men of Dea" The council broke for three long years Lugh traveled to the Sons of Manannan To Prepare for War! Nuada held a great assembly At the hill of Uisneach The Warriors gathering grasping their spears and shields And over the hills came a brightnes Like that of the setting sun to the west Lugh and the Riders of the Sidhe Galloping over the plains On Manannans Horse Aonbharr Swift as the wind,and strong as the sea In the distance messangers Nine times nine of the fomor come forth Looking for tax's and fines From the men of ireland Four of the most foul fomori Eine,Eathfaigh Coron and Compar Bringers of Dread A rage came onto Lugh As he grabbed the Answerer And watched as the De Danann rose for the fomor A fire in his eyes That could not be quenched Anger rose in him He brought a fight to them and the ildanach said! "Why do you rise up before that surly, slovenly troop, when you did not rise up before us?" 4. A Warning To Balor As the winds blow across Uisneach Lugh prepares to attack Driving the fomorians back to their lands To send a message of war to balor! No more shall we stand idle by As our kin and our lands are oppressed The Sun is setting on our shores from the east and in the west Lugh grabed his spear and his shield and Launched himself through the wind And as the fomor ran in terror Lugh set upon them ATTACK! With blood on his ancient shield He drove his spear into fomorian hide Relentless with Rage,Fighting till the end The bodies strewn and scattered Crushing bone with tempered steel Through armour battered and worn The Call of war rings through theplains As the horns bellow a new age Ancient kings of Dana look upon,Lugh with pride Many warriors will fall and heroes will bleed Till our lands are free Forevermore He made a end of eight nines of them The last nine protected by the king To send word back,to the tyrant balor And tell the story from beginning to end As the fires burn on the distant hills And the waves crash upon Lochlann The tides of battle are set in stone As the flames flicker and die Nuada and Lugh look to the horizion Horns of war proclaim! A great battle will take place soon The Wrath of Balor comes forth! War!!!! As the fires and flames flicker and die..... 5. Riders Of The Fomor On the isle of Lochlann Balor gazes across the wild seas Ceithlenn his wife reveals the identity of the attacker He is the son of our daughter and grandson as it was foretold by the druids... The council of fomorian chiefs met Eab,Seanchub Neid and Liath Lobais the Druid and the nine of poets of Foreknowledge,Balor and Ceithlinn Plan to amass a army for Bres to take and fight with across the sea!! Prepare Seven Great Battalions Of the Riders of the Fomor I will go to Ireland and strike off Lugh's head and bring it back to Berbhe Ready my ship's Bres said Armour and Weapons ready towards the Violent Waves.. Bres and Elathan ready the men The Riders pack onto the ships Spears and shields glistening in the sun Mist rises from the depths Ready to Fight and Burn the land's And clash with the De Danann Horde A figure near the harbour comes forth. Balor commanded that ireland Be tied to the back of their ships Give battle to the ildanach And strike off his head Let the waters swallow and consume the land and bring it to the north of lochlann None of the men of dea Will ever find it there... RISE FOMOR RISE!! The Monstrous ships leave the harbour Pull up the painted sail’s of war They land at the harbour of Eas Dana Sending out a army to Connacht in the West Burning and Killing destroying the Plains The Son of the Dagda Fell King Bodb Dearg!!!! 6. The Sons Of Tuireann And The Blood Fine Lugh passed down the bloodfine to Luchar, Brian and Lucharba For killing his father Cian Wounded as a pig and killed as a man Bring me, Three apples,a spear,two horses,seven pig's The skin of a pig and a cooking spit A dog's whelp and three shouts on a hill This is what i ask "Lugh said. The Apples from the Garden of the East The Pig skin of Tuis,King of Greece The deadly Spear of the King of Persia Pigs from Easal King of the Golden Pillar's. The Horse's and Chariot , of Dobar of Siogair The Hound Fail-Inis from the king of Ioruaidh The Cooking spit from the women, of Inis Cenn-Fhinne and the Shouts from the hill of Miochaoin! A Sorrow fell on the Sons of Tuireann Manannann's Wavesweeper was given Tuireann watched in dismay and Lamented Ethne turned and looked with grief They left ireland with heavy hearts And began their quest for Lugh Through Death and Destruction they would venture Till the blood fine was met. In the Garden of the East,They turned into hawk's Carrying the apples in their claw's In the Court of Greece,they disguised as poet's They killed the king and took the skin of the pig They then went and killed the King of Persia Found the spear its head in a cauldron of water So it would not burst aflame!! Heading to Siogair in the guise of paid soldier's They stayed for a fortnight and a month They found the horses and drove The spear of Persia through the King's heart Then to the King of Golden Pillar's Easal met them and gave them the seven pig's Through free will, As he would surely fall. Arriving at the coast of Ioruaidh In search for the Hound from the King Easal told the story of the quest to persuade him He refused and they began to clash The king was bound ,the hound was given And peace reclaimed. Lugh had heard of the success of the Son's of Tuireann He cast a spell of Forgetfullness upon them With a desire to return to Eire When they arrived something was amiss They paid the fine to the king But they had forgotten the spit and three shouts on the hill!!!! The Sons were hit with grief and sorrow At what had happened They went to the island of Long haired women And claimed the spit for themselves Leaving the shores in the curragh To give three shouts on a hill To Miochaoin!!!! 7. The Wavesweeper Towards the Hill of Miochaoin, they went Brian faced Miochaoin, and they fought Like two beast's they attacked And as the sun rose Miochaoin fell As they heard their father's cry The Sons Of Miochaoin,appeared Corc,Conn and Aedh ,the champions gathered Courage Strength and honor in their thought's Spear's held tight against their enemy The Last stand of defence on their father's hill The Sons of Tuireann adamant on their task They began to clash. Driving their spear's into Tuireanns Son's The Sons in turn did the same Although death was upon them The task was still at hand Nearly at death and bereft of time Brian called to his brother's Let u rise up and climb the hill And give the three shouts. And with that Brian helped them up He raised them up with one in each hand Shedding river's of blood,they gave the three shouts Brian returned his brother's to the Wavesweeper. Manannan's Wavesweeper was ancient It was a sacred curragh It sailed fast on air and water With the ferocious speed of the wind The Son's traveled for many year's with despair and grief They came to Beinn Edair And their Father' dun And asked him for help. The Brother's gave the spit to Tuireann Give it to Lugh in friendship For they needed the healing,power of the pigskin For death had nearly claimed them. Tuireann journeyed to Teamhair In the search for Lugh He handed over the cooking spit And asked for the pig skin Lugh turned and refused him Even for the earth in gold Brian asked again and got the same To their death's they would go. Brian left and returned to his brothers And as he lay, the life went from him He lay dead there, with his brethern A quest for their life's in vain Tuireann cried and lamented for his sons Each of them could have been a king And so he fell and died with a broken heart The Son's and him buried in one grave. Emile Quigley ‒ Bass David Quinn ‒ Guitars Steven Roche ‒ Vocals, Tin Whistle Padraic Farrelly ‒ Drums