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I see a battle- |
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A blonde man, with much blood about his belt, and a hero-halo ' |
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Round his head, whole hosts he will destroy. |
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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. |
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A giant on the plain |
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I see, doing battle with the host, holding in each of his two hands four gore ladened battle-axes. |
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I see him hurling against that host, |
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Two Gae-bolga and a spear, he towers on the battle field, in breastplate and red cloak. |
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Across the bladed chariot wheel, the warped warrior deals death, that fair from |
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I first beheld, melted to a mis-shape. |
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I see him moving into the fray, take warning, watch him well, |
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Cuchulainn, |
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Suailtim's son! making dense massacre. |
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The blood starts from warriors wounds, -total ruin, at his touch, torn corpses, women wailing, because of him- |
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The Forge |
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Hound |
