Shattering Swords

	作曲 : SuidAkrA, Verwimp
	Awake, proud Cuchulainn
	From thy deep dark slumber
	Hear the sounds of war-horns
	And of swords that are shattering
	Awake, proud Cuchulainn
	Hasten thee to the battle
	Hear Aoife's war-cries echoing
	And the swords that she's shattering
	Wielding mighty Dacian steel
	She stands victorious on the battlefield
	No hero, nor Scáthach herself
	Could ever hope to make her yield
	For on this day, so many years ago
	It happened that her prince was slain
	Driving his chariot and swinging his sword
	Now she seeks vengeance in his name
	Slay, proud Cuchulainn
	Make her warriors bleed
	Tides of war are turning
	Three heroes at your feet
	Now Aoife herself is charging
	And your sword will soon be shattering
	Three mighty blows the princess dealt
	And with the fourth, the warrior fell
	His weapon, broken off at the hilt
	Cuchulainn now would soon be killed
	Yet, right before the final strike
	Aoife heard Scáthach's distant cry
	"Ah, look, Aoife's two horses and her chariot
	They have fallen down the glen and have all perished"
	As she paused to glance around
	Cuchulainn sprang up, threw her to the ground
	"Life for life," Aoife suddenly cried
	"Three demands to me," the hero replied
	"Give in to Scáthach
	Nor ever defy her again
	On this island, you'll always remain
	Bear me a son
	Conlaoch be his name!"
	To all this, Aoife agreed
	For this brave man who had made her yield
	Reminded her of her long lost love
	And finally she found peace

	zuò qǔ : SuidAkrA, Verwimp
	Awake, proud Cuchulainn
	From thy deep dark slumber
	Hear the sounds of warhorns
	And of swords that are shattering
	Awake, proud Cuchulainn
	Hasten thee to the battle
	Hear Aoife' s warcries echoing
	And the swords that she' s shattering
	Wielding mighty Dacian steel
	She stands victorious on the battlefield
	No hero, nor Scá thach herself
	Could ever hope to make her yield
	For on this day, so many years ago
	It happened that her prince was slain
	Driving his chariot and swinging his sword
	Now she seeks vengeance in his name
	Slay, proud Cuchulainn
	Make her warriors bleed
	Tides of war are turning
	Three heroes at your feet
	Now Aoife herself is charging
	And your sword will soon be shattering
	Three mighty blows the princess dealt
	And with the fourth, the warrior fell
	His weapon, broken off at the hilt
	Cuchulainn now would soon be killed
	Yet, right before the final strike
	Aoife heard Scá thach' s distant cry
	" Ah, look, Aoife' s two horses and her chariot
	They have fallen down the glen and have all perished"
	As she paused to glance around
	Cuchulainn sprang up, threw her to the ground
	" Life for life," Aoife suddenly cried
	" Three demands to me," the hero replied
	" Give in to Scá thach
	Nor ever defy her again
	On this island, you' ll always remain
	Bear me a son
	Conlaoch be his name!"
	To all this, Aoife agreed
	For this brave man who had made her yield
	Reminded her of her long lost love
	And finally she found peace