Letra de Dagda, The Celtic King

Another time, another century When the gods were rising from the seas And the destiny was molded by the ancient druids like clay Lord of knowledge, master of the fight Eternal fire burning from my eyes And I can give you life… but in a glimpse I’ll take your life away Frozen winter, scalding summer All the seasons in my hands Duardabla, enchanting harp Your sweet song will lead the way! Celtic king, supreme king! Feed your spirit in my cauldron of plenty Tuatha king, magic king Feed your mind in my cauldron of plenty From the spring to the autumn Beating giants in my realm My coir-cethair-chuir Fill the irish woods of green Celtic king, supreme king! Feed your spirit in my cauldron of plenty Tuatha king, magic king Feed your mind in my cauldron of plenty Celtic king, supreme king! All the wisdom in my cauldron of plenty Tuatha king, magic king Feed your mind in my cauldron of plenty