Cruadalach (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