1. Tene for Cach Cnoc (Ancient Celtic)

[Intro — solitary horn over low drone] Céo for Bibracte. Dordaid in fid. Tene for cach cnoc. Sund tosach in scéuil. [Verse 1] Tánic ech dar slige. Tánic fer ón áird. Fuil for a brat. Iarn ina láim. Do-rat scél don slóg: Irar tar abainn. Iarn dar mag. Guth Rómánach i ngaíth. [Pre-Chorus] Im thenid atát fir. For lár atá corn. Canaid cruit cen gáire. Ní labair nech. [Chorus] Éirgid, a thuatha, éirgid co lá. Tene for cach cnoc, guth dar cach glenn. Ní cath and fós, acht scél i ngaíth. Éirgid, a thuatha— tosach in chatha. [Verse 2] Éirgid in cornaire. Gabid a chorn. Seinnid aon nóta. Ro-cluinethar in sliab. Ó Bibracte co hAbainn, ó glenn co glenn, lasait na teneda, canaid in fid. [Pre-Chorus 2 — the pulse darkens] Dorus dúnta. Tene in gobann marb. Torc i láim in ríg. Súil cach fir soir. [Chorus] Éirgid, a thuatha, éirgid co lá. Tene for cach cnoc, guth dar cach glenn. Ní cath and fós, acht scél i ngaíth. Éirgid, a thuatha— tosach in chatha. [Bridge — lead voice nearly whispered] At-chíu dún i gcéin. At-chíu slóg im múr. At-chíu torc for lár. Ní fil ainm fair fós. At-chíu céo cen gáeth. At-chíu grian cen teas. Cluinim corn i n-aidche. Cluinim guth na marb. [Instrumental Break — tenor sax answers the opening horn motif] [Final Chorus — grave communal responses] Éirgid, a thuatha, éirgid co lá. Tene for cach cnoc, guth dar cach glenn. Ní cath and fós, acht scél i ngaíth. Éirgid, a thuatha— tosach in chatha. Tene for cach cnoc (tene for cach cnoc) Guth dar cach glenn (guth dar cach glenn) Irar tar abainn. Tosach in scéuil. [Outro] Céo for Bibracte. Corn i n-aidche. Irar tar abainn. Sund tosach in scéuil. ———————— English Translation ———————— FIRE ON EVERY HILL [Intro — solitary horn over low drone] Mist over Bibracte. The forest murmurs. Fire on every hill. Here begins the story. [Verse 1] A horse came down the road. A man came from the heights. Blood upon his cloak. Iron in his hand. He brought news to the host: Eagles beyond the river. Iron across the plain. A Roman voice upon the wind. [Pre-Chorus] The men stand around the fire. A horn lies in their midst. The harp sings without joy. No one speaks. [Chorus] Rise, O tribes, rise until dawn. Fire on every hill, a voice across every valley. There is no battle yet, only tidings on the wind. Rise, O tribes— the battle has begun. [Verse 2] The horn player rises. He takes up his horn. He sounds a single note. The mountain hears it. From Bibracte to the river, from valley to valley, the fires are kindled, the forest sings. [Pre-Chorus 2 — the pulse darkens] The gate is shut. The smith’s fire is dead. The boar-standard rests in the king’s hand. Every man looks east. [Chorus] Rise, O tribes, rise until dawn. Fire on every hill, a voice across every valley. There is no battle yet, only tidings on the wind. Rise, O tribes— the battle has begun. [Bridge — lead voice nearly whispered] I see a fortress in the distance. I see an army around its walls. I see the boar at its heart. It bears no name yet. I see mist without wind. I see a sun without warmth. I hear a horn in the night. I hear the voices of the dead. [Instrumental Break — tenor sax answers the opening horn motif] [Final Chorus — grave communal responses] Rise, O tribes, rise until dawn. Fire on every hill, a voice across every valley. There is no battle yet, only tidings on the wind. Rise, O tribes— the battle has begun. Fire on every hill (fire on every hill) A voice across every valley (a voice across every valley) Eagles beyond the river. The beginning of the story. [Outro] Mist over Bibracte. A horn in the night. Eagles beyond the river. Here begins the story.