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On the isle of Lochlann

Balor gazes across the wild seas

Ceithlenn his wife reveals

the identity of the attacker

He is the son of our daughter and grandson

as it was foretold by the druids...

The council of fomorian chiefs met

Eab,Seanchub Neid and Liath

Lobais the Druid and the nine of poets of

Foreknowledge,Balor and Ceithlinn

Plan to amass a army for Bres to

take and fight with across the sea!!

Prepare Seven Great Battalions

Of the Riders of the Fomor

I will go to Ireland and

strike off Lugh's head and bring it back to Berbhe

Ready my ship's Bres said

Armour and Weapons ready towards

the Violent Waves..

Bres and Elathan ready the men

The Riders pack onto the ships

Spears and shields glistening in the sun

Mist rises from the depths

Ready to Fight and Burn the land's

And clash with the De Danann Horde

A figure near the harbour comes forth.

Balor commanded that ireland

Be tied to the back of their ships

Give battle to the ildanach

And strike off his head

Let the waters swallow

and consume the land and

bring it to the north of lochlann

None of the men of dea

Will ever find it there...

RISE FOMOR RISE!!

The Monstrous ships leave the harbour

Pull up the painted sail’s of war

They land at the harbour of Eas Dana

Sending out a army to Connacht in the West

Burning and Killing destroying the Plains

The Son of the Dagda Fell

King Bodb Dearg!!!!