Upon The Bloody Fields (Of Cairns)

Streng, Champion of the Fir Bolg:
Now the time of battle has come
With axes and swords we shall smite
The invader's heads shall litter the field
For our deity and Eireann we fight

The voice of Tuan:
With dragon - hearts inside their breast
The Fir Bolg braved the wave of steel
Effortlessly invaders fought
Against the iron wall of shields
Upon the bloody fields
Of Cairns

Streng:
I will drive them back to the sea
No Tuatha de Danann shall be spared
Except for the one, they call Breas the Fair
For he is the one, whose blood I have shared

Tuan:
But suddenly above the field
A dreadful apparition stands
The Harvester of Souls appeared
To reap, what Crom Cruach demands

The daemon swept the Badb away
But Nuada grabbed the Sun God's sword
And with a blinding glare of light
He drove it through the fiend's black heart
Thus Crom was denied of his prize
And so he took the druid instead
Dragged him screaming to Cythraul
And left the Fir Bolg to their fate

Moy Tura!

Streng (recognizes his failure):
All for what we lived and fought
Is lost, like our blood in the sand
What is left ist bow to the conqueror's gods
And to go back to Earth in the end

The voice of Tuan:
Dusk fell upon the fields of gore
Victorious stood the Tuatha de Danann
And silence fell upon the shores
Of the green island, Eireann
Upon the bloody fields
Of Cairns