Letra de CúChulain (Blackbirds Loom)

He was born where the music from the forest sang
Together with the raging sea
His father on the darkening path
Cuchulain spied him from the grass
While deeper in his wading boots
Around the man the water flew
He left his mother still a boy
To make war with the javelin toy
Fought a field of full 50
Beat them single handedly
Conchobar set him a test
To see whose side would come out best
Whose service is in your eyes
Whose face you do not recognize
Hero challenges a throne
A white stark wild, stagger home
Footprints in the bloody snow
A maiden red a lady green
A leather whip to crack his spleen
The trees are turning, the hounds at night
Falling ashen into light
North wind old and high
Overtakes them in their flight
The warrior's moon rose from his head
The price of fame to wind up dead
But he ran out into the night
Who said the humane warrior's rite
A spark of flame burst from his head
A roast pig on an old man's fire [?]
Found hidden in the forest deep
For Conchobar his life to keep
His severed body hit the ground
Oh white stag that the wolf brought down
A farewell to the blackbird's loom
His spirit arriving on the moon