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Such a small body to contain so much rage
Arbhatach the dwarf was his name
Master of war, wizard of the dark arts
A stature far exceeded by his fame
Of all his taunts he made his food,
Of his huge resentment his strength
For slaughtaverty peace was a dream
It din't know mercy under his tyranny

Just a brave warrior challenged his domain
The head of the village, Cathain was his name
Can a humble villager defeat a sovereign
With hope in the heart to let justice reign
He swore to set fire all the servants
Oppressed by the evil of the dwarf king
Soon they came with arms into the fortress
Where the evil tyrant met his first defeat

But up from the depths
The evil king swore his revenge
Blood his lips drank
To heal his scars and to announce his return
Up from the depths
The celtic burial didn't hold the Neahm-Marbh,
Again, withs word held
Since the realm of light missed its stroke

Erect on his feet, with his head to the sky
The burial won't last beyond the night
He musk look at the depths once, in the ground
With his mind and heart upside down
Marked by the wood blade
Buried upside down and marked by the wood blade"

The evil Neahm-Marbh rose up from the ground
The burial did not hold him down
Cathain held his blade for fighting again
A wise druid told him now to reach an end
The two warriors fought once again
And once again the light prevailed
The duel ended with nothing more to claim
And the time too top the old traditions came

Buried with the head down
The druid suggestion locked the dwarf in his tomb
Heart pierced by sword
A wooden blade held Arbhatach in the dark
Bounded, no return
A place of memory his tomb has become
Buried, upside down
There the evil king rests forevermore

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