A chariot, men and horses, ride two by two Sétanta, hound of Ulster drives his foes through Airu Single combat, with a nation, his long spear it gleams In a spasm his sinews like reeds in a stream At seven he'd slain Chulainn's hound with a stone Took his place, and begged make the King's arms his own Who took arms that day would have eternal fame A life cut short; his soul become flame
Chorus My terror and fury will drive them all through the glen I'll build a wall with the corpses of horses and men Sucking and eye back into my skull so deep The other eye: It dangles along my cheek
The cattle raid of Cuaille, men of Connacht he'd smote Killing all on his lone, in The Tain Bo was wrote Queen Medb had invaded to steal Donn Cúailnge For months the fords of Cuaille heard Cú Chulainn's steel clang He lie on the ground, dying from his wounds Naught could save him, Druid Magic, nor mystic runes Healing his son, Lugh, the god Chulainn's hound burst forth in a vengeful riastrad
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Nechtan Scene boasts of the Ulsters he'd slain His three sons join the nether when he enters the foray Gone into frenzy, his own land he goes to raze Friend of foe standing before him, his wrath goes uncontained
The women bare their breasts, averting his gaze Wrestling into barrels, boiling water with his rage Sent to the Fort of Shadows, Isle of Skye Denied the Lady Emen, his bids his land goodbye
His enemies conspired in Cú Chulainn defeat Breaking the geasa he feasts the dogs meat Lugaid, armed with three spears to fling Slaying Laeg, Laith Machen, The Hound, all three Kings Even in death, his foes watch in dread When a raven mounts his shoulders, Lugaid takes his head The hero's light fades, his sword arm did swing On his final journey, Lugaid's right hand he would bring
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