Cruachan - Tain Bo Cuailgne
I See A Battle-a Blonde Man,
With Much Blood About His Belt,
And A Hero-halo 'round His Head,
Whole Hosts He Will Destroy.
His Jaws Are Settled In A Snarl,
He Wears A Looped, Red Tunic,
In Thousands You Will Yield Your Heads,
His Form Dragonish In The Fray.
A Giant On The Plain I See,
Doing Battle With The Host,
Holding In Each Of His Two Hands
Four Gore Ladened Battle-axes.
I See Him Hurling Against That Host,
Two Gae-bolga And A Spear,
He Towers On The Battle Field,
In Breastplate And Red Cloak.
Across The Bladed Chariot Wheel,
The Warped Warrior Deals Death,
That Fair From I First Beheld,
Melted To A Mis-shape.
I See Him Moving Into The Fray,
Take Warning, Watch Him Well,
Cuchulainn, Suailtim's Son!
Making Dense Massacre.
The Blood Starts From Warriors Wounds,
-total Ruin, At His Touch,
Torn Corpses, Women Wailing,
Because Of Him-the Forge Hound
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