Down beside the lake of dragons, deep within the castle walls
the warrior Queen of Connaught's planning for a hero's downfall
to her side she calls her mages, witches from the shadow world
to her side she calls the Raven Goddess of the battlefield
and in the darkest depths of night upon an icy wind they flew
to wait for the Champion to heed their battle call

You took a slight from Ulster's hero
you lost your man and the wound went deep
now you've got a score to settle
now you'll see revenge is sweet
Queen Maeve, Queen Maeve, riding from your borders
Calitin witches at your head
conjuring the leaves into an army
turning the sky blood red

Upon the plain of Murthemne, thick with smoke and screams of war
tongues of fire lick the sky, slash of lightening, thunder roar
into the madness rode the hero, sword glowing in his hand
into the pall of death he strode against the Queen to make his stand
but the goblin brood screeched their curses, letting fly their poison spears
in a flash of steel they watched the bright warrior fall

Facing the phantom army, back against a standing stone
life blood has left his veins, hero light about him gone
and from the ranks of Queen Maeve's army Morrighan the raven came
to sit upon the dead man's shoulders, victory to proclaim
and in then night when all fell silent came a keening on the wind
a cry for Ulster's hero the Hound Of Cullen

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