Treasures Of The Tuatha Dé Danann (ManDrake synthwave)

[Verse 1] The Tuatha Dé Danann of treasures bright, Where did they learn their wisdom's might? They mastered arts from magic's line, Their druidcraft, both dark and divine. [Chorus 1] The great prophet Iardanel the fair, The son of Nemed, Agnoman's heir His foolish son was Beothach bold, A warrior fierce, with power untold. Beothach's children—bright their fame— A host of heroes, champions by name. Through sorrow deep their trials began, Their ships sailed north to Lochlann. [Verse 2] Four fair cities, famed and proud, Their strength displayed, fierce and loud. There battle’s craft and lore they gained, And wisdom’s fire within them reigned. [Chorus 2] Fáilias and bright Gorias grand, Findias, Muirias of the sea-swept land, From greatest sages came their lore, The names of cities famed in war. Morfis and Esrus, wise and keen, Uscias and Semiath, truth foreseeing. Through battle fierce their skill was shown, The names of sages, their wisdom known. [Verse 3] Morfis the poet from Fáilias came, Esrus from Gorias won his fame, Semiath from Muirias, bold and strong, And Uscias the Fair sings Findias' song. [Chorus 3] Four treasures brought from o'er the sea, By the Tuatha Dé Danann's decree. A sword, a stone, a cauldron deep, A spear that death's own vigil keeps. The Stone of Fal from Fáilias' land, Called to the kings of Ireland. The sword of Lugh from Gorias bright, A hero's blade with unconquered might. [Verse 4] From Findias Nuada's spear availed, With deadly poison none prevailed. The treasure of Muirias hope would feed, The Cauldron of Dagda for noble deeds. [Final Chorus] King of Heaven, of the poor, the weak, Your protection still we seek, Against the phantoms and the ghosts, Hold power o'er the fair hosts.