Tekst:
Tuatha De Danann Tingaralatingadun

Behold - Behold - Behold the horned king He who came to join the maiden the young king The land - The land - Hail our precious land! He - the young king

This is our friend - Finganfor He lives on a hill - Finganfor From where we go tonight - Finganfor - Finganfooooooooor Coming in your home Coming in

beautiful - everything had its own bright And she told me a story, something like this Let's delight ourselves... Fly to the ancient times to the land of De Danann

They say we all are "thing" from kid's beliefs And say we're all just fantasy They burn our woods and kick our little houses They're wrong! They're wrong

The son of Centill now falls like the rain He tried to defend our precious land His name is Vercingetorix - The hero of all the Gaulish The king of higher