Texty:
Cruachan The Middle Kingdom

We who are old yet fair of face, Thousands of years this world did grace, Beneath the earth away from men, Our Middle Kingdom it lies hidden. With sword

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[Chorus] Oro, se do bheatha abhaile, Oro, se do bheatha abhaile, Oro, se do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. 'Se do bheatha, a bhean

When evening in Eireann was gray, Before the dawn went away, Their footsteps on hills were heard, On journey long without a word. From wilderland to

Medb; You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, I was nadve

Roaming, wandering, Left in fields just sauntering. Sold off, slept rough, Kept unstabled and tough. Riding steeds that know not their fate. Forever