Her words were sharp; they cut him deep,
In a war between the sheets.
But when he brought his bull to her
It meant a woman making war
Beyond the eiderdown.
The druids read the smoke and sand;
Told her that she would love again.
The rhythms from the wolfskin drums
Called men to war in hide and bronze.
This goddess wore a crown.
Charolais, charolais -
We are come for you today.
The champions and the Seven Sons are
Come to take away the Donn
But the Fairy Child knew more;
Saw the host stained red in war,
Saw the hero-light around the head
Of a dragon-boy just ripe for bed
Of wives and manly sons
1 | Dearg Doom |
2 | Trouble With A Capital 'T' |
3 | Sword Of Light |
4 | The Rocks Remain |
5 | Blindman |
6 | Dance To Yer Daddy |
7 | Time to Kill! |
8 | Cu Chulainn’s Lament |
9 | Hall Of Mirrors |
10 | You Can't Fool The Beast |