As the winds blow across Uisneach Lugh prepares to attack Driving the fomorians back to their lands To send a message of war to balor!
No more shall we stand idle by As our kin and our lands are oppressed The Sun is setting on our shores From the east and in the west Lugh grabed his spear and his shield And Launched himself through the wind And as the fomor ran in terror Lugh set upon them Attack!
With blood on his ancient shield He drove his spear into fomorian hide Relentless with Rage,Fighting till the end The bodies strewn and scattered
Crushing bone with tempered steel Through armour battered and worn The Call of war rings through theplains As the horns bellow a new age Ancient kings of Dana Look upon,Lugh with pride Many warriors will fall and heroes will bleed Till our lands are free Forevermore
He made a end of eight nines of them The last nine protected by the king To send word back,to the tyrant balor And tell the story from beginning to end As the fires burn on the distant hills And the waves crash upon Lochlann The tides of battle are set in stone As the flames flicker and die
Nuada and Lugh look to the horizion Horns of war proclaim! A great battle will take place soon The Wrath of Balor comes forth!