Lyrics:

I See A Battle-A Blonde Man,
with Much Blood About His Belt,
and A Hero-Halo 'round His Head,
whole Hosts He Will Destroy.

his Jaws Are Settled In A Snarl,
he Wears A Looped, Red Tunic,
in Thousands You Will Yield Your Heads,
his Form Dragonish In The Fray.

a Giant On The Plain I See,
doing Battle With The Host,
holding In Each Of His Two Hands
four Gore Ladened Battle-Axes.

i See Him Hurling Against That Host,
two Gae-Bolga And A Spear,
he Towers On The Battle Field,
in Breastplate And Red Cloak.

across The Bladed Chariot Wheel,
the Warped Warrior Deals Death,
that Fair From I First Beheld,
melted To A Mis-Shape.
i See Him Moving Into The Fray,
take Warning, Watch Him Well,
cuchulainn, Suailtim's Son!
making Dense Massacre.

the Blood Starts From Warriors Wounds,
-Total Ruin, At His Touch,
torn Corpses, Women Wailing,
because Of Him-The Forge Hound