Riding towards me on a stallion dazzling white - save his ears a fiery crimson. Both of the otherworld - The king and his beast. This be truly a land of plenty With nothing left to want.
He beckons me. Unclean I feel, Yet I go to him all dazzling pure.
Far beneath Man is this land of Mac LÍr What a wonderous place is this magical TÍr. Our Ancestors dwell here in relative peace Save the hurt caused to them knowing their living destroy the Tuatha.