| As storm-clouds gather*
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| Above the glades
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| A thunder deafens my howl
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| Of anguish and dismay
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| Remaining here
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| In this sinister tomb
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| I recall the evil deeds
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| That led me to this place
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| Bresal Bó-Díbad was my name
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| As druid I was praised and famed
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| From all four corners of Erin
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| People came to seek my aid
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| For in those days of gloom and death
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| A murrain fell upon the kine
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| And killed all cattle in the land
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| So into the ancient mound I went
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| To pray and seek advice from elder gods
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| And beg them for their help
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| But from out of the dark
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| Thousands of voices answered my command
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| Reaping knowledge from my tortured brain
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| The demon horde devised a wicked plan
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| To weave a spell so the sun would never set
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| They abused my sister’s magical skills
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| And forged a day that would not end
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| In honour of the elder gods
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| Upon the ancient mound
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| A massive tower would be built
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| On sacred ground
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| For in those days of gloom and death
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| A murrain fell upon the kine
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| And killed all cattle in the land
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| Bresal Bó-Díbad was my name
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| As druid I was feared, obeyed
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| I tricked the people to vow an oath
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| To work for me for but one day
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| As storm-clouds gather
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| Above the glades
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| A thunder deafens my howl
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| Of anguish and dismay
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| Remaining here
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| In this sinister tomb
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| I recall the evil deeds
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| That led me to this place
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| Overtaken by lust and fury
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| A terrible deed was done that broke the spell
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| The men of Erin went on their way
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| When the day had gone and night suddenly fell
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| Now storm-clouds gather
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| Above the glades
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| «Dubhadh»
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| Will ever be this dark mound’s name |