| Song | The Middle Kingdom |
| Artist | Cruachan |
| Album | The Middle Kingdom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fay | |
| 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 DÚ 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. |
| zuo qu : Fay | |
| 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 DÚ 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 Beanshee, | |
| 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. |
| zuò qǔ : Fay | |
| 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 DÚ 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 Beanshee, | |
| 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. |