The boiling of blood
The twisting of sinew
Snapping of bones
Spasming limbs
Bursting of eyeballs
This, Riastrad
Roaring inhuman
Ne’er Friend or foe
All of you shall fall
My fury brings woe
Feed the flames
Onslaught of fire and steel
Carves a path of glory
The mightiest of you
Shan’t live to tell the story
Running through fields of flesh
Your knot unraveled
Blackened tables, they flash
From the torches’ gold
Ripping through hundreds of men
With a wave of my hand
The Hammer of Connaught again
Makes a final stand
Man to monstrosity
My fury unbound
Rampant brutality
I, the Ulster Hound
I crush the beautiful trees
The ash and oak alike
They fall around me
The showers of blood
Stain the crimson flowers of death
Writhe in agony
Beloved blood stains my wrathful hands
Blood knot
The boiling of blood
The twisting of sinew
Snapping of bones
Spasming limbs
Bursting of eyeballs
This, Riastrad
Roaring inhuman
Ne’er Friend or foe
All of you shall fall
My fury brings woe
Feed the flames
LAY!
Laying a hundred to waste
You longed to have you a taste
All your army I’ve faced
FEED!
Feeding the monster inside
Soon I’ll open you wide
Now you’ve nowhere to hide! – Writhe
Lo, what is to come
All before me is barren waste
My heart is forlorn
You who brought me this pain
Soon you and your lot shall die
My land is wartorn
Cut at me with your swords
It’s all for naught – HA HA!
Wiping away Connaught hordes
Such chaos wrought
Unleash unbridled rage
My bloodied blade thirsts
Heart throbs within its cage
As if it soon shall burst