On this bloodstained land I will make my stand And my honour will defend
Ferdia oh, my friend This will be the end When this spear will leave my hand.
Fight with me! Choose your weapon today! Let it be all or any, today you're both brother and prey
Draw your sword! Cast your spear to me! Ferdia! Come face your brother Come face the Hound of Cullan!
I care not whether I die tomorrow or next year, If my deeds live after me.
My soul dies here with you Brother, see you In Tir nan nOg. My spear pierces your heart, and strikes mine twice as hard Today, there will be no victory
Yet again, my brother, My hands are covered in your blood This time not to heal your wounds.
Fate wanted us to live as brothers And die as foes Woe onto Éireann, for the greatest of warriors has fallen.