[Great fires in battleships gave the impression that Duatha De Dannan arrived in clouds of mist. Tuan the Great Seahawk glorifies the liveness of the invaders and their king Nuada. But the nightmares foretell the destruction of Eochai McErk, King of Fir-Bolg. The fate of the king is already sealed and his death sure, in the forthcoming battle. And era ends and another one, heroic comes.] King of the Eireann Eochai Mac-Erc why are you fading away? Soon you will be falling dead Visions you saw you don't understand standing again on the edge You walk through the path of your future calling For you death has been cast Towards your fate now you are standing Your reign belongs to the past Mountains of skulls ravens are rising brothers are turning to dust Sacred island constantly bleeding creation of your arrogance You walk through the path of your future calling For you death has been cast Towards your fate useless you are standing Your reign belongs to the past It is the fate of the king To face always the steel It is the fate of the king Found glorious death by his will Fear of the one standing before You walks in the shadow of death Into his eyes hatred and anguish Standing forever again You walk through the path of your future calling For you death has been cast Towards your fate useless you are standing Your reign belongs to the past It is the fate of the king To face always the steel It is the fate of the king Found glorious death by his will Crom!