歌曲 | The Brown Bull of Cooley |
歌手 | Cruachan |
专辑 | The Morrigan's Call |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fay | |
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. | |
She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. | |
She wanted the bull that dwelled in Cooley - | |
a magnificent beast that she longed to see. | |
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. | |
She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. | |
She longed for the bull that dwelled in Cooley - | |
a magnificent beast that she longed to see. | |
The men of Ulster would not concur. | |
“No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” | |
She gathers her armies she looks to the north. | |
On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. | |
The men of Ulster would not concur. | |
“No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!” | |
She gathers her armies she looks to the north. | |
On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. | |
Maeve is warned by a faerie prophet: | |
she had a vision of evil, malice and death. | |
“This cannot be, as anyone will tell, | |
the men of Ulster are held by an ancient spell.” | |
But true this news was and here I will tell why - | |
Ulster’s defender was merely a boy. | |
Cuchulainn was his name; he was free from the curse. | |
Single combat was arranged and he would fight first. | |
He slays many soldiers through the day and night. | |
No matter whom he faces, Cuchulainn wins the fight. | |
He is watched by The Morrigan, the Goddess of war. | |
Love grows in her heart as she views from afar. | |
The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, | |
until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. | |
Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. | |
He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. | |
The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, | |
until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. | |
Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. | |
He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. | |
Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, | |
to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. | |
“Men are being killed, women carried away!” | |
He called to the warriors who were in disarray. | |
Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North, | |
to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort. | |
“Men are being killed, women carried away!” | |
Their lines are broken, in disarray. | |
An accident happened and his head was cut off, | |
but continued to speak and choke and cough. | |
This spectacle brings Ulster out of its spell; | |
they go to Cuchulainn and Ulster fights well. | |
Maeve has been defeated and to Connaught he returns, | |
but there is a twist to this tale, a very strange turn. | |
She captured the bull and brought it to Cruachan. | |
It killed her own bull and in the morning was gone. |
zuo qu : Fay | |
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. | |
She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. | |
She wanted the bull that dwelled in Cooley | |
a magnificent beast that she longed to see. | |
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. | |
She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. | |
She longed for the bull that dwelled in Cooley | |
a magnificent beast that she longed to see. | |
The men of Ulster would not concur. | |
" No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!" | |
She gathers her armies she looks to the north. | |
On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. | |
The men of Ulster would not concur. | |
" No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!" | |
She gathers her armies she looks to the north. | |
On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. | |
Maeve is warned by a faerie prophet: | |
she had a vision of evil, malice and death. | |
" This cannot be, as anyone will tell, | |
the men of Ulster are held by an ancient spell." | |
But true this news was and here I will tell why | |
Ulster' s defender was merely a boy. | |
Cuchulainn was his name he was free from the curse. | |
Single combat was arranged and he would fight first. | |
He slays many soldiers through the day and night. | |
No matter whom he faces, Cuchulainn wins the fight. | |
He is watched by The Morrigan, the Goddess of war. | |
Love grows in her heart as she views from afar. | |
The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, | |
until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. | |
Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. | |
He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. | |
The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, | |
until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. | |
Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. | |
He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. | |
Cuchulainn' s father then rode to the North, | |
to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar' s fort. | |
" Men are being killed, women carried away!" | |
He called to the warriors who were in disarray. | |
Cuchulainn' s father then rode to the North, | |
to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar' s fort. | |
" Men are being killed, women carried away!" | |
Their lines are broken, in disarray. | |
An accident happened and his head was cut off, | |
but continued to speak and choke and cough. | |
This spectacle brings Ulster out of its spell | |
they go to Cuchulainn and Ulster fights well. | |
Maeve has been defeated and to Connaught he returns, | |
but there is a twist to this tale, a very strange turn. | |
She captured the bull and brought it to Cruachan. | |
It killed her own bull and in the morning was gone. |
zuò qǔ : Fay | |
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. | |
She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. | |
She wanted the bull that dwelled in Cooley | |
a magnificent beast that she longed to see. | |
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. | |
She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. | |
She longed for the bull that dwelled in Cooley | |
a magnificent beast that she longed to see. | |
The men of Ulster would not concur. | |
" No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!" | |
She gathers her armies she looks to the north. | |
On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. | |
The men of Ulster would not concur. | |
" No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!" | |
She gathers her armies she looks to the north. | |
On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth. | |
Maeve is warned by a faerie prophet: | |
she had a vision of evil, malice and death. | |
" This cannot be, as anyone will tell, | |
the men of Ulster are held by an ancient spell." | |
But true this news was and here I will tell why | |
Ulster' s defender was merely a boy. | |
Cuchulainn was his name he was free from the curse. | |
Single combat was arranged and he would fight first. | |
He slays many soldiers through the day and night. | |
No matter whom he faces, Cuchulainn wins the fight. | |
He is watched by The Morrigan, the Goddess of war. | |
Love grows in her heart as she views from afar. | |
The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, | |
until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. | |
Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. | |
He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. | |
The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite, | |
until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight. | |
Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword. | |
He feels sad and angry and will fight no more. | |
Cuchulainn' s father then rode to the North, | |
to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar' s fort. | |
" Men are being killed, women carried away!" | |
He called to the warriors who were in disarray. | |
Cuchulainn' s father then rode to the North, | |
to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar' s fort. | |
" Men are being killed, women carried away!" | |
Their lines are broken, in disarray. | |
An accident happened and his head was cut off, | |
but continued to speak and choke and cough. | |
This spectacle brings Ulster out of its spell | |
they go to Cuchulainn and Ulster fights well. | |
Maeve has been defeated and to Connaught he returns, | |
but there is a twist to this tale, a very strange turn. | |
She captured the bull and brought it to Cruachan. | |
It killed her own bull and in the morning was gone. |