King Eochaids Fall by Celtachor Lyrics

With the spear to his heart
And the wind in his hair
To the Men of Dea, and he told them
Of the Fir Bolg warrior Sreng
To Connacht they did march
Preparing battlements for war
Passing the mountain Belgata
To arrive at the field of battle
At Magh Nia

The Trinity of the Tuatha
Badb, Macha and Anann
Arrived at Temhair
Where the Fir Bolgs did rest
They cast a mist dark and deep
And summoned showers
Of fire and blood!
The Fir Bolg's engulfed in flame
Unable to see, unable to speak

Eleven battalions of the Fir Bolgs
Marched and stood defiant
On the East
Nuada sent Eochaid the offer
Eochaid refused
He would not show defeat
The war was delayed
By a quarter of a year
Armour, swords and spears ready
Until the day of battle came
From both sides, three times nine hurlers
Entered the battle but they will die
Four days passed, warriors did fall
And on that day the tide was turned
The Men of Dea rose up, and fell
On the Fir Bolgs like rain on the Earth
Eochaid went for a drink
His men not by his side
But the Tuatha not far behind
To the Strand they did go
Nuada's Sons fought the king
Dragging him into the sea
Daggers endlessly piercing!

Leaving a heap of stones where he died
The dead king now watches the sea
A victory for the Tuatha
This was the battle of Magh Tuiread