Listen
To the mountain
Through the rain clouds
Through the thunder
Something stirring
Something moving
Something waking
Something old as
Earth is trembling
Mountain shaking
Time unmaking
Seconds running
Out from under
Burrows deeper
Ancient horror
From a darker age
Thunder
It is nearer
Storm heralder
Lightning lights the way
Searching
It is hunting
Now approaching
With the scent of prey
Pinned down
Feel the hellsting
Venom searing
Now the mortal chase
Escape
From the madness
That has found you
Pray to win this race
Storm clouds
Beckoned tempests
Darkened
Answers to these
Questions
Waking dreamers
Summoned
Nightmares racing
Fear now
Counting blessings
Summing nothing
As the storm sings
Eyes that open
Under duress
Signed in breaths now
To a grave test
To break curses
Win the races
Down the mountain
Swifter paces
As the clock strikes
As the sands run
Be the victor
Or the victim
Fly now
As the landslides
Over
Through the cliff sides
Under
Drives the Beithir
Racing
To the waters
Bha mi air chall anns na cnuic sin
Agus fhuair an dealanach mi
Twisted pact, a serpents ire
To race against this future dire
Whispers
From the corries
Offer challenge
To the heedless
Delving
Ever deeper
Through the burrows
Of the reapers
Vengeance
On the hunters
Who have made them
With their hubris
Venom
Laced with malice
Of a serpent
To repay this
Charges
Hold the air still
Thunder
Echoes fell will
Coiled
In deeper ground
Waking
Horror unwound
Bha mi air chall anns na cnuic sin
Agus fhuair an dealanach mi
Twisted pact, a serpents ire
To race against this future dire
Dragon, scorned of wings or flame
The thunder bellows out it’s name
A venom only with one cure
To win a race to waters pure
Severed by the hunter’s blade,
Under the lightning, form remade,
The fated spin, to die or live,
The twisted trial, the Beithir-Nimh