Celtachor
Nuada of the Silver Arm
1. Arrival Of The Tuatha
Ships of fire burst through
The mist of the skies,
The Tuatha Dé Danann,
From the high air, arrive.
Four corners of the world,
Four cities, four wise men,
Four treasures!
Morias, Urias, Arias and Senias.
Nuada the High King,
Manannán, god of the Sea,
Ogma god of Ogham,
Diancécht god of Life,
Éire, Fódla and Banba,
And Dana the All Mother.
The first day of Bealtaine,
King Eochaid of the Fir Bolgs came
With his army from the South.
Residing in Magh Rein
Till the day of battle arrived.
The Tuatha arrived from the
Northwest of Connacht
To meet their enemy at Magh Rein.
The calm before the storm,
Winds whip through the fields of Temhair.
King Eochaid had a dark vision,
He told his druids,
In turn they told the King
That a strong enemy
Was rising up against him,
It would not be long till war would begin.
2. The Mighty Sreng
King Eochaid of the Fir Bolg's,
Had a meeting with his men,
A warrior to face the Tuatha.
His name the Mighty Sreng.
In return watchers of the Tuatha
Sent their own champion, Bres.
Both warriors observed each other
By the hillside of the mountain pass.
Raise your spears to the sky
Sword and shield grasped tight!
Eyes full of fire
Magh Nia, ready and willing to Fight!
Raise your spears to the sky
Sword and shield grasped tight!
Eyes full of fire
Magh Nia, ready and willing to die!
The two became puzzled,
When they spoke in their mother tongue.
They spoke in Irish and came to speak,
Laying down their shields for fear.
Observing the craft of each other's spear
To learn each ways fatal!
Craiseach was it's name,
The name Sreng gave them.
Raise your spears to the sky
Sword and shield grasped tight!
Eyes full of fire
Magh Nia, ready and willing to die!
Raise your spears to the sky
Sword and shield grasped tight!
Eyes full of fire
Magh Nia, ready and willing to fight!
Bres turned to Sreng and said
We will take half of Ireland!
And if we can not,
A war will begin, blood will flow.
Sreng went back to his king,
Told of what he'd learned,
When the king heard the offer he said:
Raise your spears to the sky
Sword and shield grasped tight!
Eyes full of fire
Magh Nia, ready and willing to Fight!
Raise your spears to the sky
Sword and shield grasped tight!
Eyes full of fire
Magh Nia, ready and willing to die!
3. King Eochaid's Fall
With the spear to his heart
And the wind in his hair,
To the Men of Dea, and he told them
Of the Fir Bolg warrior Sreng.
To Connacht they did march,
Preparing battlements for war,
Passing the mountain Belgata
To arrive at the field of battle,
At Magh Nia.
The Trinity of the Tuatha,
Badb, Macha and Anann,
Arrived at Temhair
Where the Fir Bolgs did rest.
They cast a mist dark and deep
And summoned showers
Of fire and blood!
The Fir Bolg's engulfed in flame,
Unable to see, unable to speak.
Eleven battalions of the Fir Bolgs
Marched and stood defiant
on the East,
Nuada sent Eochaid the offer,
Eochaid refused,
He would not show defeat.
The war was delayed,
By a quarter of a year,
Armour, swords and spears ready
Until the day of battle came.
From both sides, three times nine hurlers
Entered the battle but they will die.
Four days passed, warriors did fall
And on that day the tide was turned.
The Men of Dea rose up, and fell
On the Fir Bolgs like rain on the Earth.
Eochaid went for a drink,
His men not by his side,
But the Tuatha not far behind.
To the Strand they did go,
Nuada's Sons fought the King,
Dragging him into the sea,
Daggers endlessly piercing!
Leaving a heap of stones where he died,
The dead king now watches the sea.
A victory for the Tuatha.
This was the battle of Magh Tuiread.
4. Bres
5. Nuada Of The Silver Arm
6. The Gathering At Teamhair
[Instrumental]
7. Second Battle Of Magh Tuireadh
8. Nuada's Burial
[Instrumental]
9. Uaithne: The Dagda's Harp
Stephen Roche: Vocals, Irish whistle, Bodhrán
Fionn Stafford: Guitars, Irish whistle
David Quinn: Guitars
Oliver Deegan: Bass
Anaïs Chareyre: Drums, Bodhrán
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