Tain Bo Cuailgne Lyrics - Singles - Cruachan

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