Another time, another century
When the gods were rising from the seas
And the destiny was molded by the ancient druids like clay

Lord of knowledge, master of the fight
Eternal fire burning from my eyes
And I can give you life… but in a glimpse I’ll take your life away

Frozen winter, scalding summer
All the seasons in my hands

Duardabla, enchanting harp
Your sweet song will lead the way!

Celtic king, supreme king!
Feed your spirit in my cauldron of plenty
Tuatha king, magic king
Feed your mind in my cauldron of plenty

From the spring to the autumn
Beating giants in my realm

My coir-cethair-chuir
Fill the irish woods of green

Celtic king, supreme king!
Feed your spirit in my cauldron of plenty
Tuatha king, magic king
Feed your mind in my cauldron of plenty

Celtic king, supreme king!
All the wisdom in my cauldron of plenty
Tuatha king, magic king
Feed your mind in my cauldron of plenty