In your left hand raise the sword and in your right hand cast the spear. 

Summon all the slaves and bastards hiding in the woodland – 

Crack their skulls into the cauldron for invading our frontier – 

The shadows fall, the hammer falls, the stone is placed above us all, 

Forge our weapons in the furnace, soar to heights like oak trees tall – 

Do not beg before me, I will not heed your appeals – 

With your final words be grateful that you died by Irish steel – 

Do not crawl before us for your fate has been revealed – 

The heavens will not desecrate their gates with your admittance – 

Son of flesh I cast you out into exile forever hence – 

Flidais rides again, she is the forest and the rain, she is the huntress and the prey, 

She is the dusk, she is the dawn, she is the moon, she is the sun, 

See her bellow out in anger, see her raise the infant fawn – 

She is drawn by a cart of cervidae, she is her and she is gone.