| Song | The Brown Bull of Cooley |
| Artist | Cruachan |
| Album | The Morrigan's Call |
| Download | 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. |