Behold: battlefield whereupon great
Lugus gathered us for at last to
destroy the bastard,
the evil-eyed thief of our grain.
Armed thus with radiant spear
we stand in awe of him,
the twice son of Balor;
the prophecy now stands fulfilled.
“Generations have ris’n and died
while you’ve been serving the wretch.
Hurl aside, then, devotions false;
launch your spears to the center of their breast.”
Eternally cast into stone:
the monstrous, cast into stone;
these bones we leave, cast into stone;
the evil-eyed at last cast into stone.
Advanced overhill: deformed, crude
batallions gnashing teeth. In their midst is the
hulking giant,
ground trembling with each of his steps.
The solar son cries aloud:
“Ready now your chariots. On the
sign that I’ve shown you,
go forth and have your revenge.”
“Generations have ris’n and died
while we’ve been serving the wretch.
Hurl aside, then, your devotions false;
let us launch our spears to the center of their breast.”
Eternally cast into stone:
the monstrous, cast into stone;
these bones we gnaw, cast into stone;
the evil-eyed at last cast into stone.
“The bastard’s there
and without arms:
assemble yourselves before him!”
“Draw back the sling,
Let fly with stone;
May its path hold true,
may his tyranny end.”
The earth groans beneath his weight,
Defeated and cold,
The flame of his single eye
Extinguished by the son of his son.
Woe stains our victory;
We howl at the sea.
Our king of the silver hand
lies lifeless by the corpses we made.
Though we’ve broken your shields
And have reclaimed our fields
No retribution have we found.
While yet one of you lives
We can never forgive.
We will chase you down to the depths of the sea.
Eternally cast into stone:
the monstrous, cast into stone;
these bones we gnaw, cast into stone;
the evil-eyed at last cast into stone.