Cruadalach

On the canvas of the sky there’s a way lead by the silver lady

You’re sailing far beyond nightly horizon

While you yearn for home

Hear the voice of the tribe of

CRUADALACH!

CRUADALACH!

When you’re freezing in snowdrifts of unconquered peaks

Your blood turns cold to the point of no return

There’s always a voice

leading you back home

CRUADALACH!

CRUADALACH!

Listen to the voice of Cruadalach

Our heritage lies in the darkest past

Listen to the voice of Cruadalach!

From the bottom of many seas towards the silver sky

From distant suns to the cradle of time

Wherever you are there’s always a way

Back to the kin, back to friends

Hear the horns from the distant shores

Hear the words of the forgotten gods

Hear that voice of belonging

And you’ll know you’re not alone