Death Of Ferdia

On this bloodstained land

I will make my stand

And my honour will defend

Ferdia oh, my friend

This will be the end

When this spear will leave my hand

Fight with me!

Choose your weapon today!

Let it be all or any, today you're both brother and prey

Draw your sword!

Cast your spear to me!

Ferdia! Come face your brother

Come face the Hound of Cullan!

I care not whether I die

tomorrow or next year

If my deeds live after me

My soul dies here with you

Brother, see you

In Tir nan nOg

My spear pierces your heart, and strikes mine twice as hard

Today, there will be no victory

Yet again, my brother

My hands are covered in your blood

This time not heal your wounds

Fate wanted us to live as brothers

And die as foes

Woe onto ?ireann, for the greatest of warriors has fallen