Fuil Arsa - Primordial

Mairfidh ar bhfuil go deo

I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne

A dheite arsa… Ta ar Aine fºs ar lasadh

Tog muidne do mhuintir… Go siorai

An rud a eirionn ºn gcre

Fillfidh se aris

Ta na coillte suilta agam

Mhothainn na spirid… Mhothainn an phian

Ag tnuth

Le rich athoireacha seanda arsa, ar

Ard rithe

Le sui… I gcuimhne na glºire

Muintir na ndeithe

Muintir na nirt

Muintir na tola

Ag fi draoichta

Mealltach na cruinne

Oscallaionn se go fairsing dom

M’fhuil ge siorai

That will last forever

In a circle around the globe

Aite says ine Aine is still on fire

Build us your people… Forever

What arises ºn gcre

He will return again

I look forward to the woods

I felt the spirits… I felt the pain

Looking forward

With rich ancient grandfathers he said, on

High runs

To sit In the memory of glory

The people of the gods

People of strength

People of the will

Seeking magic

The deception of the universe

It opens wide for me

My blood is eternal