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