All Éire Will Quake

Ua Ruaire you bastard. Ua Conchobhair you fool
In the name of Mac Murchadha do I rule
With Grey Foreigners at my command
All Éire will quake. The Kings wake
To the burning of their Dúns
The waiting og their women
The crying of their children
And the death-moan of their men
As their souls leak from their rotting corpses
To whatever Gods do they believe in.

Did you really think, oh mighty Ard Righ
That I would send my warriors home
And once more groan under your yoke?
You misguided fool, soon we'll do the battle
At my command
All Éire will quake. The Kings wake
To the burning of their Dúns
The waiting og their women
The crying of their children
And the death-moan of their men
As their souls leak from their rotting corpses
To whatever Gods do they believe in.

Waiting for my time to come
Hoping that my plans be not undone
For my time it be at hand
To finnaly reclaim my land.

Horror. The Ard Righ still has my son
Despair. He would not dare to kill my son
Hostage. So I could turn to my land
Ochone. My scheme undone by death's hand.