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