His Riastrad

[Chorus 1]
A spear thrown, my guts gushed
Onto the cushions of my chariot
Unbowed, undefeated
I will die on my feet

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus 1]
My heart boomed like a baying hound begging for bloodshed
A hideous metamorphosis causing violence and victims

[Chorus 2]
Three spears thrown, my companions killed
On the blood-soaked plain of Muirthemne
Unbowed, undefeated
I will die on my feet

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus 2]
My heart boomed like a baying hound begging for bloodshed
A hideous metamorphosis creates carnage and corpses

[Chorus 3]
The spears thrown, my end imminent
By the magic of Morrígan and Lugaid
Unbowed, undefeated
I will die on my feet

[Post-Chorus]
Standing stone, please support me

[Outro]
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