Nine Waves From The Shore
by Celtachor
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The Landing Of Amergin
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The Battle Of Tailtin
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Sorrow Of The Dagda
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Tar éis an Sidhe
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Anann : Ermne's Daughter
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released 11 January 2014
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Celtachor is a Blackened Folk Metal band from Ireland. We are narrators of Irish Mythology.
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our first album end 2012.
Stephen Roche- Vocals/Whistles
David Quinn - Guitar
Emile Quigley - Bass
Anaïs Chareyre - Drums
Fionn Staffort - Guitar/Whistle
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Jan 2014 -
Mar 2010
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- Track Name: The Landing Of Amergin
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The Landing Of Amergin
Winds rising, Waves Crashing,
Amergins eyes fixed on the shore!
Sons of The Gael At Inver Slane,
Return to Revenge the death of Ith
Sent forth by Mileds Sons
If you can not claim the land!
Then your kin will follow
And take it as their own!
The Ships came the Tuatha
Ran to the shore!
Casting ancient spells
To subdue them!
The Gael hindered
By their enchantments
Finally they landed at Inver Sceine!
They Marched to Slieve Mis, Eibhline And to Uisneach,
They were met by Three Queens,
Amergin spoke to them Fodhla,
Banba and Eriu!
To the realm of Teamhair
The Gael did journey,
A great quarrel was among
Cermaits Sons!
Even with a house so full of riches,
Food and wealth as far
As the eye could see!
The Gaels were puzzled
And confused at their rage,
And Among the sons
Amergin rose proclaiming:
GIVE UP THE KINGSHIP
OR FACE BATTLE!
The Sons refused to battle then but
Said make us an offer fair!
Amergin told his men to go
Nine waves from the shore!
Rising waves crash at the ships
The wind blasting at the fray
Hail to Amergin Hail to him
Hail to Amergin The Druid Of the Gael.
Dark clouds gathering above
A wind unnatural amassing
Hail to Amergin Hail to him
Hail to Amergin The Druid Of the Gael.
The Gael had left in their ships.
The Men of Dea arrived,
Casting a Great Wind
It scathered them all.
Against the waves under
A blackened sky!
Amergin knew something was afoot.
Arranan knew this aswell!
He died with his ship
Against the rocks!
This wind unnatural
Untamed and wild...
Donn and Twenty-four
Did drown in the sea,
Ir's body was thrown
And cast to the shore,
His enemies were in dread
Of his name.
Heremon at Inver Colpa of the Sword
Five of Mileds Sons!
Tossed by the wind!
And Devoured by the Great Sea!
Heber Heremon and Amergin,
Were left to lay claim of Eire!
Donn who was swept into the sea!
He called out to treachery
"There is none here!" Amergin said
And he called to the great wind,
That whom is tossing
In the sea may he reach land,
That in its mountains, valleys,
Forests and rivers,
And great waters
That he may find a place.
A king of our own
And a place for our kin.
The wind grew silent and law calm.
I am the force in the wind
I am the strong waves of the sea
I am the horns of the bull
I am the eagle wings spread
I am the blazing sun
I am a oak in the wood
I am a boar from the hunt
I am a salmon in the water
I am a lake deep and endless
I am the word of knowledge
I am the sword and spear in battle
I am the one who puts fire in its head
Who spreads light
In the gathering on the hills?
Who can tell the ages of the moon?
Who can tell the place
Where the sun rests? - Track Name: The Battle Of Tailtin
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The Battle Of Tailtin
Queen Eriu with the Men of Dea
Fought the Sons of the Gael,
Fais and Scota met their death,
Laid between valley and mountain.
The Sons of the Gael lost
Three hundred men,
But took with them
The lives of a thousand.
Eriu went back to Tailtin,
Aer and Eithis were buried,
The Gael journeyed to Inver Colpa!
A message of war was sent
To Cermaits Son's
To battle for Ireland's kingship
Once and for all,
They came with the best
Of Tuatha de Danann,
The Sons of the Gael remembered the death of Ith!
Great tides of battle crashed
Into the fray.
The Gaels had broke the Men of Dea,
Warrior's lay strewn
Among Tailtin's fields,
Food for the crows to dine and feast.
Sword and Spear
Battered Shields
Banners Blown
Across by the wind.
A fire fading on the hill.
A Battle standard remains.
Eriu, Fodhla and Banba perished
With three of their kings!
The Gael masters of Ireland forever!
The Tuatha fell into great disarray,
Followed still by the Gael.
The Men of Dea overthrown
Ireland belonged to the Gael.
Heber took Munster
And gave part to Amergin,
Heremon claimed Leinster
And Connacht.
Ulster was claimed
By Eimher at Emain Macha.
Sword and Spear
Nine hundred years
Banners blown
Across by the wind.
On the hills of Emain Macha
A Battle standard remains.
The Men of Dea were overthrown,
The Gael masters of Ireland forever. - Track Name: The Kingship Of Bodb Dearg
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The Kingship Of Bodb Dearg
After Tailtin, the Tuatha
Were without a place to remain.
Manannan created a new home,
Among the hills and valleys
Of Ireland hidden,
That no man could see through
But pass through.
The Tuatha were assembled
In the halls in council.
"We need a king to be over us"
The Tuatha did say.
Bring forth those
Who would be fit to be King.
From the White Field Lir
Of Sidhe Fionnachaidh
From Ilbrech of Ess Ruadh,
Bodh Dearg of the Dagda born
From Bri Leith, Midhir the Proud,
And Angus Og, Son of the Dagda.
The Circle formed in the great halls
And the Council of High Men
They did gather,
For the sake of the Dagda and the Tuatha de Danann
Bodh Dearg must and will be king.
WILL BE KING
Leaving the halls for his enchanted Home in Sidhe Femen,
The Tuatha raise their spears
And shields in glory to him.
The war drums echo to
The chants of the druids
And men and women of the Tuatha, Unite!
In his hall of Brugh Na Boinne
Bodb Dearg he is king,
Along the hillside and the valleys,
The winds whip through the plains,
In his throne and in his halls,
Celebration claims into the night.
The Dagda on the hill
Looking at the KING.
His Son!
His Son! - Track Name: Sorrow Of The Dagda
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Sorrow Of The Dagda
The Dagda at his home
Of Brugh Na Boinne
The Hall of the Morrigu
And Cermaits Birthplace within
The Prison of The Grey
Of Macha The Hill Of Dabilla
Where the Hound of Boann did be.
In these Halls the Sorrow of the Dagda!
At one time the Dagda made a vat,
For his daughter Ainge she was proud,
She decided to create
`Her own out of wood and sticks.
Nuadas Son Gaible found it
And threw it away.
A great shadow and curse
Befell the Dagda.
One day a man of Connacht
Did come to see him with his wife.
Corrgenn was his name,
Aedh had fallen for his wife.
That Great anger exploded
And he killed Aedh in response.
Everyone thought the Dagda
Would kill him but he did not,
He sat with a troubled brow
And thought about his life.
He spared his life
But there would have to be a toll.
Looking at Aedhs body,
He knew what must be done,
To avenge him and to bring peace
To his home and to his son,
And as the morning dawn creeped in, The truth and toll became clear.
"Corrgenn Take my son and carry him, Upon your back and never let him fall,
Find a gravestone the same size fitting For my son and bury him there."
Corrgeen spent an age looking for
The stone and the journey was hard,
On Loch Feabhail he finally had found it And he rested Aedhs body there.
Corrgenn did lift the stone
Above his head
A glimpse of hope in his eye!
But no sooner had he
Lifted the stone he himself fell,
And he died.
The Dagda, beside himself with grief, Summoned two of his men
To build a rath around his son
And Corrgenn's grave.
Imheall and Garbhan shaped it
And made it so.
The Hill Of Aileac was its name...
The Hill of Signs and of Stone...
Made by tears of blood.
The Sorrow of the Dagda. - Track Name: Conn Of The Hundred Battles
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Conn Of The Hundred Battles
Conn was in Teamhair at the Rath of The Kings,
The dawn of a blistering sun,
With his three Druids with him,
Maol, Bloc and Bhuice;
And three poets, Ethain,
Corb and Cesarn.
Looking for people of the Sidhe.
He stood upon a stone,
And it screamed under his feet.
The screams were heard
All over the lands of Teamhair.
"Where has it come from
And why did it scream?"
Conn asked his druid
With a vacant stare,
No answer revealed till the end
Of fifty-three days.
The stone is the Lia Fail,
From the lands of Falias,
In Teamhair it is and will be forever,
And if no king comes to the end
Of the gathering
There will be drought
And suffering in that year.
And while they waited
A mist of blackness arose,
A figure in the darkness,
Noise of a rider coming forth,
The rider threw three spears!
Each one faster than the last!
And at the sound of his name
The rider stopped.
He came to them
And bade them welcome.
They came to an ancestral plain,
A king's rath, and a golden tree
At its door,
And inside the rath, a grand hall
And a roof of white bronze.
So they went into the house,
The Rider in his Ancient Chair,
The reflection of the sun
On his shining face.
That woman is the Kingship of Ireland Forever,
Conn you will fight a hundred battles Before you die.
And I, I am the Sun!
I am Lugh of the Long Hand! - Track Name: Anann : Ermne's Daughter
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Anann : Ermne's Daughter
Anann, Ernmas's Daughter
Deep within Temhair she dwell's
A raging fire by a great cooking spit,
The Crow of battle
Wandering overhead.
Anann, She is the Crow of battle.
Anann, trinity of the Morrigan.
Anann, Eyes on the battlefield.
Anann, Flying overhead.
Mechi one of her sons died
By Mac Cecht on Magh Fertaige.
Three Hearts Serpent bound within,
For if mechi lived,
Anything living in
Ireland would have wasted away.
At the top of Magh Luathad
The Plain of Ashes,
Mac Cecht did burn his three hearts
And threw them into a stream.
The water turned black as death
And everything within it died.
The sun covered in the shade
Of a hundred crows.
The Morrigan lifting
The dead from battle
To their final resting place.
Goddess of Battle, Strife, Fertility.
Your form of crow, wolf and eel,
Anann is her name.
The Trinity of the Morrigan,
Badb, Macha and Nemain.
Deep within Temhair she dwell's
A raging fire by a great cooking spit,
Carrying the warriors
To the great hall's
Of high kings.
