Cruachan

I see a battle-a blonde man,with much blood about his belt,and a hero-halo 'round his head,whole hosts he will destroy.his jaws are settled in a snarl,he wears a looped,red tunic,in thousands you will yield your heads,his form dragonish in the fray.a giant on the plain i see,doing battle with the host,holding in each of his two handsfour gore ladened battle-axes.i see him hurling against that host,two gae-bolga and a spear,he towers on the battle field,in breastplate and red cloak.across the bladed chariot wheel,the warped warrior deals death,that fair from i first beheld,melted to a mis-shape.i see him moving into the fray,take warning,watch him well,cuchulainn,suailtim's son!making dense massacre.the blood starts from warriors wounds,-total ruin,at his touch,torn corpses,women wailing,because of him-the forge hound