An Toll Dubh [English translation]

Behind the locked door, there'll be no sun

For feasting

There'll be no food or wine

Behind the locked door, there'll be no sun

There'll be no food or wine

It's high time we arose from this lethargy

It's high time we arose from this lethargy

We, Gaels in bed

We, Gaels in sleep

It's high time we arose from this lethargy

He came from England

He came

On speeding horses and with a heavy key

He came from England

On speeding horses and with a heavy key

It's high time we arose from this lethargy

It's high time we arose from this lethargy

We, Gaels in bed

We, Gaels in sleep

It's high time we arose from this lethargy

Deep down in the dungeon, there'll be no sun

There'll be no moon

With us sleeping through the dark night

Deep down in the dungeon, there'll be no sun

With us sleeping through the dark night

It's high time we arose from this lethargy

It's high time we arose from this lethargy

We, Gaels in bed

We, Gaels in sleep

It's high time we arose from this lethargy

• Artist:Runrig
• Album:Proterra