5. Dá Guth i nÓen Túath (Ancient Celtic)

[Intro — the travelling horn emerges beneath a cold mountain drone] Corn for sligid. Gergovia i gcéin. Céo fo chosaib. Dún ós nélaib. [Verse 1] Téit in t-ilar tar Elaver. Droichet fo cheó. Coíc lá co Gergovia. Iarn dar mag. Ard atá in dún. Garb atá cach slige. Slóg Vercingetorix for cach cnoc imbi. [Pre-Chorus] I n-aidche gabait cnoc. Dá slóg Róim for cloich. Dá chlais tríd in talam idir longphort mór is bec. Canaid corn ón múr. Freagraid corn fon chnoc. Canaid corn ón múr. Freagraid corn fon chnoc. [Chorus] Ard atá Gergovia. Ísel atá Róim. Corn ón múr, corn fon chnoc. Dá guth i n-óen túath, dá rún i n-óen chroí. Ní briste in dún fós. Ní slán in t-ilar. [Verse 2] Ór fo brat. Bríathar i n-oích. Labraid Convictolitavis. Éistid Litaviccus. Téit Litaviccus for sligid, deich míle ina diaid: “Marb ár fir la Caesar. Fuil Aedui for iarn.” Tuitit fir Róim. Gabtar biad is ór. Téit in scél ó túath co túath. Fásaid ferg mar thenid. [Pre-Chorus 2 — the harp pulse tightens] Acht tánic Eporedorix i n-aidche don longphort: “Is bréc in scél. Atá na fir beo.” Gabid Caesar ceithre slóig. Fácaid dá la Fabius. Téit ón chnoc co luath. Fanaid Gergovia ós a chind. [Chorus 2] Dá guth i n-óen túath, dá slige tríd in cheó. Óen co Gergovia, óen co longphort Róim. Ard atá Gergovia. Ísel atá Róim. Nuair théit Caesar ón chnoc, benaid corn arís. [Bridge — drums disappear; missiles strike wood and hide] At-chíu Vercingetorix in t-ilar oc triall. Tócbai a gae. Téit in slóg fon chnoc. Gae, cloch, is tene. Gáir im cach dorus. Dá slóg Róim for múr. Fabius i lár. Fuil for chlaisaib. Crithid in longphort. Ní do-rochair fós. Acht ní tánic lá. [Instrumental Break — tenor sax and dark fiddle trade short, watchful phrases] [Verse 3] For mag fri sligid at-chíu na fir beo: Eporedorix, Viridomarus— labrait fri Aedui. Tuitid gae don talam. Sínit lám fri Róim. Téit Litaviccus fo cheó co Gergovia. Thill Caesar re lá. Fuil for chlaisaib. Tuirsech atá a shlóg. Corn na nGall for airde. [Final Chorus — divided voices slowly become one warning] Ard atá Gergovia. Ísel atá Róim. Corn ón múr, corn fon chnoc. Dá guth i n-óen túath, dá rún i n-óen chroí. Ní briste in dún fós. Ní slán in t-ilar. Aedui cen síth. Caesar cen biad. Gergovia ós nélaib. In cath cen crích. Maidin arna márach, óen cnoc cen slóg. Súil Caesar for a mullach. Lám for corn Róim. Óen cnoc cen slóg (óen cnoc cen slóg) Ní seinnid in corn fós (ní seinnid fós) [Outro — only harp harmonics, drone and distant horn breath] Céo for Gergovia. Dá guth i n-óen túath. Óen cnoc cen slóg. In cath fo thost. ———————— English Translation ———————— TWO VOICES IN ONE TRIBE [Intro — the travelling horn emerges beneath a cold mountain drone] A horn upon the road. Gergovia in the distance. Mist beneath our feet. A fortress above the clouds. [Verse 1] The eagle crosses the Elaver. A bridge beneath the mist. Five days to Gergovia. Iron across the plain. High stands the fortress. Rough is every approach. The host of Vercingetorix holds every hill around it. [Pre-Chorus] In the night they seize a hill. Two Roman hosts stand upon the stone. Two ditches cut through the earth between the greater and lesser camps. A horn sings from the wall. A horn answers beneath the hill. A horn sings from the wall. A horn answers beneath the hill. [Chorus] High stands Gergovia. Low lies Rome. A horn from the wall, a horn beneath the hill. Two voices in one tribe, two purposes in one heart. The fortress is not broken yet. The eagle is not safe. [Verse 2] Gold beneath a cloak. A word spoken in darkness. Convictolitavis speaks. Litaviccus listens. Litaviccus takes the road, ten thousand behind him: “Our men were killed by Caesar. Aeduan blood stains Roman iron.” Roman men fall. Food and gold are taken. The story passes from tribe to tribe. Anger grows like fire. [Pre-Chorus 2 — the harp pulse tightens] But Eporedorix comes to the Roman camp by night: “The story is false. The men are still alive.” Caesar takes four legions. He leaves two with Fabius. He hastens away from the hill. Gergovia remains above him. [Chorus 2] Two voices in one tribe, two roads through the mist. One leads to Gergovia, one to the camp of Rome. High stands Gergovia. Low lies Rome. When Caesar leaves the hill, the horn sounds again. [Bridge — drums disappear; missiles strike wood and hide] I see Vercingetorix watching the eagle depart. He raises his spear. The host descends the hill. Spears, stones and fire. A roar around every gate. Two Roman legions upon the rampart. Fabius stands among them. Blood upon the ditches. The camp is trembling. It has not fallen yet. But daylight has not come. [Instrumental Break — tenor sax and dark fiddle trade short, watchful phrases] [Verse 3] On the plain beside the road the living men appear: Eporedorix and Viridomarus— they speak to the Aedui. Spears fall to the ground. Hands reach out toward Rome. Litaviccus escapes beneath the mist toward Gergovia. Caesar returns before dawn. Blood lies upon the ditches. His host is weary. The Gallic horn sounds above. [Final Chorus — divided voices slowly become one warning] High stands Gergovia. Low lies Rome. A horn from the wall, a horn beneath the hill. Two voices in one tribe, two purposes in one heart. The fortress is not broken yet. The eagle is not safe. The Aedui have no peace. Caesar has no provisions. Gergovia stands above the clouds. The war has no ending. On the following morning, one hill stands without a host. Caesar’s eye fixes upon its summit. His hand rests upon the Roman horn. One hill without a host (one hill without a host) The horn does not sound yet (it does not sound yet) [Outro — only harp harmonics, drone and distant horn breath] Mist over Gergovia. Two voices in one tribe. One hill without a host. The battle waits in silence.