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Nine Waves From The Shore

by Celtachor

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    Recorded between 2011 -2012 in the bands own studio in Dublin, it has been self released by the band on November 2012.

    The concept for the album deals with the Landing of the Gael and the main heroes and characters as part of that saga. The artwork was painted by the band's drummer Anais Chareyre. It depicts the Battle of Tailtin, the armies of the Men of Dea against the Men of the Gael being over watched by the goddess Danu rising from the hills and mountains of Eire.The band have been working hard since 2010 melding the influences of black, doom, folk metal into one unified force. Inspired by Irish Mythology and its sagas, Celtachor hope to cover new ground in 2013 and spread their message to Europe and beyond reciting the ancient tales of Ireland in their own voice and way.



    Track-listing

    1.The Landing: Amergin's Conquest
    2.The Battle Of Tailtin
    3.The Kingship Of Bodb Dearg
    4.Sorrow Of The Dagda
    5.Tar éis an Sidhe
    6.Conn Of The Hundred Battles
    7.Anann : Ermne's Daughter

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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?
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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!
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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.

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released January 11, 2014

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Celtachor Ireland

Celtachor is a Blackened Folk Metal band from Ireland. We are narrators of Irish Mythology.

Current line up:

David Quinn - Guitars/Backing Vocals

Daniel Brady - Guitars/Backing Vocals

Liam Henry - Violin/Harp

Robert Macdomhnail - Bass/Harp/Bouzouki/Backing Vocals

Past Members:

Stephen Roche- Vocals/Whistles

Anaïs Chareyre - Drums/Bodhran/Backing Vocals

Oliver Deegan - Bass
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