Battle-Cairns

Towards an empty land we sailed 
  Nemed, our father, led the way 
  Towards the home of the brave and free 
  Towards our isle of destiny 

  We raised two forts and cleared twelve plains 
  We worked the land and claimed our place 
  Four lakes burst up out of the ground 
  We sacrificed on sacred mounds 

  But gods envy the delights of men! 

  A terrible evil swarmed ashore 
  And with them came disease and war 
  Their runed flesh was foul and black 
  In battle their two kings were met 

  Three thousand Nemedians fell that day 
  A pillar of stone was raised for each man slain 
  Three thousand pillars on the plain 

  Nemed himself soon died of plague 
  Two thirds of all we had, they claimed 
  One last assault on Conand's tower 
  One final attempt to end the terror 

  Through mists of time 
  Sound bloody chimes 
  Of clashing shields 
  Of arrows soaring 
  Of battle-horns 
  And stones roaring 

  Score sixty thousand fought that day 
  Conand and his heirs were slain 
  The Fomorian tower of strength lay waste 
  More pillars on the plains were raised 

  Yet Morc returned from across the waves 
  Countless demons retaliate 
  On rhythms of rage he wrote our fate 
  Thirty Nemedians survived that day 

  In utter defeat we sailed away 
  Leaving behind our sacred ground 
  Where naught of us remained... 
  But battle-pillars on the plains