Solas an Dhragain (The Light of the Dragon)

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[Rann 1]
Ro linn ar sinnsearan, fada ron chogadh is an acras,
Nuair nach robh ach dorchadas air na h-eileanan cruaidh,
Dh’èirich solas uaine os cionn nan tonn dorcha,
Is stad na gaoithe mar gum biodh an saoghal ag èisteachd.

[Rann 2]
Chunnaic fear a-mhàin an cumadh anns a’ cheò,
Chan e nathair dhubh, chan e beathach fiadhaich,
Ach dragan de sholas, a’ cromadh a chinn thar a’ chladaich,
A’ coimhead sìos air a’ chinneadh gun fhearg, gun fheòil san t-sùil.

[Rann 3]
An oidhche sin cha do loisg e baile,
Cha do dh’fhàg e cnàmh briste no fuil air an tràigh,
An àite teine is sgrios, thug e blàths dhan t-sluagh,
Is shuidh iad timcheall na ciad-theine le cridheachan fosgailte.

[Cor]
Oidhche na ciad-theine, oidhche an Dhragaín Uaine,
Far nach d’thàinig e mar nàimhdean nan sgeulachdan cèin,
Ach mar sgiath uaine os ar cionn, mar sholas os cionn ar cinn,
’Na chompanach dìleas air feadh linntean cruaidh.

[Rann 4]
O bho sin air adhart, tro linntean an teine is na geamhraidhean,
Cha robh an dragan na uabhas do chloinn nan creag,
B’ e an comharra gun robh an talamh fhathast nar taobh,
Is gun robh cuimhne na h-eileanan beò anns an anail uaine.

[Rann 5]
Mar sin an-diugh, nuair chì sinn an ceò uaine aig an loch,
Chan eil sinn a’ crith le eagal nan seann sgeul,
Ach a’ seasamh nas dlùithe ri chèile mar chinneadh aon-fhuil,
A’ cur ar n-earbsa anns an neach-dìon nach loisg ar taigh gu bràth.

[Cor deireannach]
Oidhche na ciad-theine, cuimhnichidh sinn an-còmhnaidh,
Chan e beathach craosach ach caraidean nar n-oidhche,
An Dhragaín Uaine os ar cionn mar sgàil de sholas,
A’ stiùireadh ar clann tro na linntean fiadhaich.

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English translation is only for reference

The Light of the Dragon
(Literal English Translation – informational use only)

[Verse 1]
Before the time of our ancestors, long before war and hunger,
when there was only darkness over the hard islands,
a green light rose above the dark waves,
and the wind stopped as if the world were listening.

[Verse 2]
One man alone saw the shape in the mist,
not a black serpent, not a wild beast,
but a dragon of light, bending its head over the shore,
looking down on the people without anger, without hunger in its eye.

[Verse 3]
That night it did not burn a village,
it left no broken bone and no blood on the shore.
Instead of fire and destruction, it gave warmth to the people,
and they sat around the first flame with open hearts.

[Chorus]
Night of the first flame, night of the Green Dragon,
when it did not come as the enemies of foreign tales,
but as a green shield above us, as a light over our heads,
a faithful companion through harsh ages.

[Verse 4]
From that time onward, through ages of fire and winters,
the dragon was no terror to the children of the cliffs.
It was the sign that the land was still on our side,
and that the memory of the islands lived on in the green breath.

[Verse 5]
So today, when we see the green mist by the loch,
we do not tremble with fear of the old tales,
but stand closer together as a clan of one blood,
placing our trust in the guardian who will never burn our home.

[Final Chorus]
Night of the first flame, we will always remember:
not a ravenous creature, but friends in our night.
The Green Dragon above us like a shadow of light,
guiding our children through the wild ages.

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© 2026 The Clan of the Green Dragon Original lyrics and creative direction by the author. Music generated using licensed AI tools under a commercial use agreement. This work is part of an original narrative and musical project. Unauthorized commercial use, in whole or in part, is not permitted. [Rann 1] Ro linn ar sinnsearan, fada ron chogadh is an acras, Nuair nach robh ach dorchadas air na h-eileanan cruaidh, Dh’èirich solas uaine os cionn nan tonn dorcha, Is stad na gaoithe mar gum biodh an saoghal ag èisteachd. [Rann 2] Chunnaic fear a-mhàin an cumadh anns a’ cheò, Chan e nathair dhubh, chan e beathach fiadhaich, Ach dragan de sholas, a’ cromadh a chinn thar a’ chladaich, A’ coimhead sìos air a’ chinneadh gun fhearg, gun fheòil san t-sùil. [Rann 3] An oidhche sin cha do loisg e baile, Cha do dh’fhàg e cnàmh briste no fuil air an tràigh, An àite teine is sgrios, thug e blàths dhan t-sluagh, Is shuidh iad timcheall na ciad-theine le cridheachan fosgailte. [Cor] Oidhche na ciad-theine, oidhche an Dhragaín Uaine, Far nach d’thàinig e mar nàimhdean nan sgeulachdan cèin, Ach mar sgiath uaine os ar cionn, mar sholas os cionn ar cinn, ’Na chompanach dìleas air feadh linntean cruaidh. [Rann 4] O bho sin air adhart, tro linntean an teine is na geamhraidhean, Cha robh an dragan na uabhas do chloinn nan creag, B’ e an comharra gun robh an talamh fhathast nar taobh, Is gun robh cuimhne na h-eileanan beò anns an anail uaine. [Rann 5] Mar sin an-diugh, nuair chì sinn an ceò uaine aig an loch, Chan eil sinn a’ crith le eagal nan seann sgeul, Ach a’ seasamh nas dlùithe ri chèile mar chinneadh aon-fhuil, A’ cur ar n-earbsa anns an neach-dìon nach loisg ar taigh gu bràth. [Cor deireannach] Oidhche na ciad-theine, cuimhnichidh sinn an-còmhnaidh, Chan e beathach craosach ach caraidean nar n-oidhche, An Dhragaín Uaine os ar cionn mar sgàil de sholas, A’ stiùireadh ar clann tro na linntean fiadhaich. --- English translation is only for reference The Light of the Dragon (Literal English Translation – informational use only) [Verse 1] Before the time of our ancestors, long before war and hunger, when there was only darkness over the hard islands, a green light rose above the dark waves, and the wind stopped as if the world were listening. [Verse 2] One man alone saw the shape in the mist, not a black serpent, not a wild beast, but a dragon of light, bending its head over the shore, looking down on the people without anger, without hunger in its eye. [Verse 3] That night it did not burn a village, it left no broken bone and no blood on the shore. Instead of fire and destruction, it gave warmth to the people, and they sat around the first flame with open hearts. [Chorus] Night of the first flame, night of the Green Dragon, when it did not come as the enemies of foreign tales, but as a green shield above us, as a light over our heads, a faithful companion through harsh ages. [Verse 4] From that time onward, through ages of fire and winters, the dragon was no terror to the children of the cliffs. It was the sign that the land was still on our side, and that the memory of the islands lived on in the green breath. [Verse 5] So today, when we see the green mist by the loch, we do not tremble with fear of the old tales, but stand closer together as a clan of one blood, placing our trust in the guardian who will never burn our home. [Final Chorus] Night of the first flame, we will always remember: not a ravenous creature, but friends in our night. The Green Dragon above us like a shadow of light, guiding our children through the wild ages.

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