מילים לשיר Tain Bo Cuailgne – Cruachan

I see a battlewith much blood about his belt,
and a herowhole 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
I see him hurling against that host,
Two Gaehe 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 misI see him moving into the fray,
take warning, watch him well,
Cuchulainn, Suailtim's son!
making dense massacre. The blood starts from warriors wounds,
torn corpses, women wailing,
because of him-The Forge Hound.