The Second Battle of Moytirra

Foul beasts are prowling the land

With fangs a' dripping with the blood

Of beasts and mortal men alike:

These fiends have but one eye...

The Tuatha de Dannan take up their arms

And march down the hills in silver ranks

To face the horrors of the night, to save

Ireland from this monstrous scourge tonight...

With a shriek and a clash

Bright iron meets their claws

Under moonlight the battle rages on

As if the dark strove to snuff the light...

The Fomorians are strong,

Their strength comes front

Deep abominable depths...

Yet the Dannan stand fast,

They hold their lines and

Sing a paean of victory

As they fight the onslaught...

The break of day comes

The Dannan lace the sun

They cheer and hail the orb

With their triumphant song...

The battle is won

The enemy is gone!

Hail to the sun

Hail the new dawn!