The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, he is of the otherworld. His father is God, Lugh Lamheada, his mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast for the Ard Ri Conchobhar. His mighty Hound had been unleashed to guard the fortress' mighty door. Setanta arrived late at the gates. He did not know of Culann's Hound. The Hound attacked and met its fate. It lay there dead upon the ground. Culann was angered when he learned, his favourite Hound was no more, but Setanta swore he'd stay at night to guard the fortress' mighty door. He took up arms on the day, which Cathbad declared auspicious. He took up arms on that day, would become famous but short lived. On his first battle foray, he killed the sons of Nechtin Seine. Also on that fateful day, he took his first battle frenzy. His body begins to twist and turn. His flesh revolves within his skin. His features turn red one by one and the slaying then begins. He returned to Eamhain Macha and threatened to destroy the town. The naked women were then brought forth. He then began to calm down. He fell in love with Emer. Her father was appalled. "No warrior shall be with her unless by Domhnall he is called." He went to train with Domhnall and learned from him all that he could. "You must go and train with Scathach." He bowed his head and said he would. Having learned the martial arts, he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father, he quickly refused. Cuchulainn showed his battle temper. He entered the fortress and left many of the warriors dead. Emer's father killed himself. The lovers were made to wed. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster during the mighty war and tain. When Maeve of Connaught invaded, he stood his ground despite the pain. He is called a tragic hero. With Caladin, his Sword, he killed his best friend Ferdiad at the battle of the Ford. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, he is the son of a God. Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann, Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann; serpents and dragons he fought. In Cuchulainn's final fight, a javelin was thrown at him. It sliced his belly like a knife and caused his innards to fall out. He staggered to a nearby lake, where he took a final drink. A raven, who was drinking his blood, tripped over his intestines. The hero gave a last great laugh and tied himself against a stone. He faced his enemies standing up, but he knew his life was quickly going. For three days the foe were scared until a crow perched on his arm. An otter began to drink his blood. "Cuchulainn is dead", is what they said.

He holds a twisted torc in his hand, the forests are his ruling land. "Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again, come at my call and show thyself to men, sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". The Horned God is our nature deity, yet modern man would from his presence flee. "Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night, men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light, open the door, the door that hath no key, the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee". Sheperd of goats, o answer unto me! The summerlands is where we shall meet thee. To invoke thee... The Horned God.

On the ground he lays, his lifeblood drains from him, the battle has been fought, and the fighting now stopped. He scans the battlefield, oh the bloodshed he can see, so many that have died, and so few who survived. His brother's men at arms, who he's known since he was a lad, lie silent by his side no longer alive. Lying by a treeIs a broken shattered man, killed by the sword in my warrior's hand. But in his heart He does not hate this man, He fought for a case, He could not understand. His brother's men at arms, who he's known since he was a lad, lie silent by his side no longer alive. A thousand years have passed and mankind has stayed the same, they fight against each other for political gain, a politic state rule - the government tool, people live in fear under madman rule. His brother's men at arms, who've been with him since he was a lad, will fight by his side for the right to survive. A thousand years more and the world may not exist, the cause will be greed and an iron fist the spirits will rejoice, mankind will not be missed. It's up to youIt cannot come to this. His brother's men at arms, who've been with him since he was a lad, will fight by his side for the right to survive.

We who are old yet fair of face, Thousands of years this world did grace, Beneath the earth away from men, Our Middle Kingdom it lies hidden. With sword in hand and our shields by our sides, We march in hoards we will never subside. Our Dš Danann form has passed with time, But still we love music and still we love wine. We are of the forest, we are of the earth, Our heads full of knowledge our ways full of mirth. We know all the answers to questions unasked, We live in the light with no fear of the dark. It must be said we have dark evil breeds, Who plague mankind with their mischievous deeds, The Phooka, the Merrow, the wailing Bean-shee, Are hideous creatures as dark as can be. Avoid the lone thorn tree that grows in the field, Do not cut it down with the axe that you wield, It coarses magic from branch to root, And woe to he who eats its fruit. Of itself the tree did grow, From faerie magic cast long ago, Therefore we bid you to let it stand, Ill fortune to those who ignore our command. "We who are old, we are revered, born of the earth, immortal and feared" In the dead of night see us dance on the hills, On fiddles and flutes we play jigs and reels. The sky is ablaze with a myriad of light, Our faerie music is heard through the night. We who are old yet fair of face, Thousands of years this world did grace, But modern man and his cynical ways, Are bringing us to the end of our days.

A warrior so proud of the woman by his side His faithful heart would take no other bride For three years they lived, midst the forests of the land Strong and proud was the love of this woman and man Like the sky high above, no beginning and no end The woman that he loves, his life and best friend Until that day in December when the snowstorms did start Stalked the Norseman with his bow, put an arrow through his heart Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind Blowing across the land Stealing his life from him From the earth, and into the otherworld The land of Tir Na N'Og Is the place where he must go 'Woman come to my side Let your arms shield my pain For I know I will not spend another day with you again' They say she will not move From the place where he did die Once so strong and so proud She cannot talk but cry

In a time of myth and magic Lived a man of timeless power Lir was his name But his temper had turned sour He would not be king of the land Bov Dearg was chosen instead Lir would pay no tribute to him And secretly wished he was dead Alas with time Lir's wife did die And he was full of great sadness Dearg heard this and sent word to Lir To meet him in his palace When they met, they both embraced Their friendship was made then Dearg summoned his daughter Eve And told Lir he must marry again Lir's love for Eve was as strong as with his first wife A seed was planted, Fionnula and Aedh were born But her next child birth would take away her life Fiachra and Conn From their mother's stomach were born Lir's sadness knew no bounds He cried out to the night Dearg was there to comfort him And help him see the light He had four beautiful children And with time another bride Eve's sister Aoife would stay loyal to his side But Aoife had a jealous side - a cancer in her mind She moved against the children Love for them she could not find She took them in her chariot to a lake not far away And changed them into swans Like night time into day 300 years on Derravaragh, so commenced the spell The children would swim to the shore Their story for to tell 300 years on the sea of Moyle A cruel and bitter place The children missed their father here The smile upon his face In the sea of Moyle the waves did crash And beat the land with might The rain fell fierce and the wind blew hard The swans all feared for their lives Fionnula was strong and wisest of all And guarded her brothers from strife Under her wings they hid from night And waited for the morning light Finally the day did come to leave this terrible sea 300 more years to live as swans Then they at last would be free To Inish Gluaire the swans did fly As last as they would go New lands and kingdoms everywhere Fionnula did see down in below There they waited, till at last the day did dawn The spell was ending They felt themselves transform They were now ancient Their youth was gone forever And as they died They held hands and went together

rue you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. CHORUS (Two times) Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to. When you ride in to the night without a trace behind, Run your claw along my gut one last time. I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye. CHORUS

A volunteer in his nations struggle Another soldier in the G.P.O. The rising failed - our leaders captured The English grip would not let go But Michael would return to lead us In our fight to re-claim our lands The I.R.B. will march victorious For they shall have the upper hand He railled men from far ans wide To join the rebellion that lay ahead His murder squad was formed in earnest The secret service soon lay dead In reprisal the British army killed Innocent people watching a hurling game That day would become a turning point Irish psyche would never be the same The customs house was set on fire The I.R.B. became the I.R.A. The time was nigh to call a cease-fire July 1th would be that day De Valera, our elected president Knew a republic he would not get He sent Collins to meet the British He sent Collins to his death! The British treaty was signed by Collins A free state was all they would give A step towards independence Is better that a war we cannot win Many people did not agree with him Civil war split the country in two Michael would die from an Irish bullet He gave his best, what more could he do?

Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow Feed the pigs and milk the cow, early in the morning Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, Paddy dear I'm over here Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, it's time to stop your yawning Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Katie she is tall and thin, she's tall and thin, and tall and thin Katie she is tall and thin, and like her drops of brandy Drinks it in the bed each night, drinks it in the bed each night Drinks it in the bed each night, it makes her nice and randy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army The wife she has the hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing The wife she has the hairy thing, she showed it to me on Sunday She bought it in the furrier's shop, bought it in the furrier's shop She bought it in the furriers's shop, it's going back on Monday Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army My one's over six feet tall, six feet tall, six feet tall My one's over six feet tall, she likes the sugar candy Goes to bed at six o'clock, goes to bed at six o'clock Goes to bed at six o'clock, she's lazy, fat and dandy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army

The most beautiful city built on the middle-earth It's splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon Reigned Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo The lord of the ocean and sea To tell the people of Gondolin Prepare to fight or flee But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city And the terror of Morgoth he knew The city was discovered And Morgoth sent his legions Orc warriors with the fire-drakes Led by the Balrog demons They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell The way was now clear, through the Elven halls The orcs of such hatred poured into the breath With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath And the kindred of the tree-bravely they fought The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons And made for the folk of the hammer They fled in terror rather than of craft Down in the plain they all gathered But the fire-drake was loosed upon them In the house of the hammer they died Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart The Noldor began to realise the battle they'd lose The most beautiful city built on the middle-earth It's splendour was highly acclaimed The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong In the land were Turgon Reigned But now it lay akin to ruins As the fire devoured its insides The last hope for the Elves who lived Was to run and flee abd hide But Turgon he was stubborn "That will I not do!" He had grown to love his city

Remember well the 30th of January, The feeling of dread that was in the air. The people marched for their right to equality, They only wanted to be treated fair. Shots were fired by a mindless military, The people ran they were unarmed Across the world we will read of Derry And those who died by oppressive hands. 13 people lost their lives that Sunday, Women, children and innocent men. Many wounded lay crying in agony, The knights of Malta attended them. And so began the government cover up. And so began the lies and deceit. Soldiers statement would be changed and torn up, No reports would come from men on the street. As the years went by the people began to talk, The hidden crimes were now being told. Innocent protestors - shot in back, Left to die in the winter cold. The bullets used had all been tampered, Maximum injury would come from them. This tyranny will not go un-noticed, Our day will come again.