Lyrics His Riastrad – FORETOKEN
A spear thrown, my guts gushed
Onto the cushions of my chariot
Unbowed, undefeated
I will die on my feet
Born to Deichtine and Lugh
A demigod, rivaled only by a few
And an Ulster-born son
Who’d leave his countrymen awe-stricken
By crushing my foes into submission
Even at only seven years of age
I felt an unknown strength, buried in my rage
Near Emain Macha that one day
I walked by a field where boys were playing
Fomentations forfeited their safety
My heart boomed like a baying hound
Begging for bloodshed
A hideous, metamorphosis
Causing violence and victims
Three spears thrown, my companions killed
On the blood-soaked plain of Muirthemne
Unbowed, undefeated
I will die on my feet
Later trained by Scáthach
A warrior, lady from across the lochs
And with Aífe had a son
Who’d leave me later grief-stricken
In battle through grisly exhibition
Even at seventeen years of age
I fought and defeated every soldier sent my way
The Táin began eventually
I slaughtered Medb’s men single-handedly
And awoke to my friends killed mercilessly
My heart boomed like a baying hound
Begging for bloodshed
A hideous, metamorphosis
Creates carnage and corpses
The spears thrown, my end imminent
By the magic of Morrígan and Lugaid
Unbowed, undefeated
I will die on my feet
Standing stone, please support me
Connla, my son
Our banner would’ve been boundless
Ferdiad, my friend
Our friendship was cherished
Lugh, my father
My glory was short-lived
Deichtine, my mother
My ardor great, my sorrows deep…
