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His Riastrad Video (MV)




Performed By: Foretoken
Language: English
Length: 5:56
Written by: Daniel Cooley, Stephen Redmond




Foretoken - His Riastrad Lyrics




A spear thrown, my guts gushed, onto the cushions of my chariot
Unbowed, undefeated, I will die on my feet
Born to Deichtine and Lugh, a demigod, rivaled only by a few
And an Ulster-born son, who'd leave his countrymen awe-stricken
By crushing my foes into submission
Even at only seven years of age, I felt an unknown strength, buried in my rage
Near Emain Macha that one day, I walked by a field where boys were playing
Fomentations forfeited their safety
My heart boomed like a baying hound begging for bloodshed
A hideous metamorphosis causing violence and victims
Three spears thrown, my companions killed, on the blood-soaked plain of Muirthemne
Unbowed, undefeated, I will die on my feet
Later trained by Scáthach, a warrior lady from across the lochs
And with Aífe had a son, who'd leave me later grief-stricken
In battle through grisly exhibition
Even at seventeen years of age, I fought and defeated every soldier sent my way
The Táin began eventually, I slaughtered Medb's men single-handedly
And awoke to find my friends killed mercilessly
My heart boomed like a baying hound begging for bloodshed
A hideous metamorphosis creates carnage and corpses
The spears thrown, my end imminent, by the magic of Morrígan and Lugaid
Unbowed, undefeated, I will die on my feet
Standing stone please support me
Connla, my son, our banner would've been boundless
Ferdiad, my friend, our friendship was cherished
Lugh, my father, my glory was short-lived
Deichtine, my mother, my ardor great my sorrows deep
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A spear thrown, my guts gushed, onto the cushions of my chariot
Unbowed, undefeated, I will die on my feet
Born to Deichtine and Lugh, a demigod, rivaled only by a few
And an Ulster-born son, who'd leave his countrymen awe-stricken
By crushing my foes into submission
Even at only seven years of age, I felt an unknown strength, buried in my rage
Near Emain Macha that one day, I walked by a field where boys were playing
Fomentations forfeited their safety
My heart boomed like a baying hound begging for bloodshed
A hideous metamorphosis causing violence and victims
Three spears thrown, my companions killed, on the blood-soaked plain of Muirthemne
Unbowed, undefeated, I will die on my feet
Later trained by Scáthach, a warrior lady from across the lochs
And with Aífe had a son, who'd leave me later grief-stricken
In battle through grisly exhibition
Even at seventeen years of age, I fought and defeated every soldier sent my way
The Táin began eventually, I slaughtered Medb's men single-handedly
And awoke to find my friends killed mercilessly
My heart boomed like a baying hound begging for bloodshed
A hideous metamorphosis creates carnage and corpses
The spears thrown, my end imminent, by the magic of Morrígan and Lugaid
Unbowed, undefeated, I will die on my feet
Standing stone please support me
Connla, my son, our banner would've been boundless
Ferdiad, my friend, our friendship was cherished
Lugh, my father, my glory was short-lived
Deichtine, my mother, my ardor great my sorrows deep
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Writer: Daniel Cooley, Stephen Redmond
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp

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