Cúchulainn-Cruachan

The Hound of Culann The Hound of Ulster He is of the otherworld His father is God Lugh Lamheada His mother Dectire is mortal Culann the smith was holding a feast For the Ard Ri Conchobhar His mighty Hound had been unleashed To guard the fortress' mighty door Setanta arrived late at the gates He did not know of Culann's Hound The Hound attacked and met its fate It lay there dead upon the ground Culann was nagered when he learned His favorite Hound was no more But Setanta swore he'd stay at night To guard the fortress' mighty door He took up arms on that day Which Cathbad declared auspicious He who took up arms on that day Would become famous but short lived His body begins to twist and turn His flesh revolves within his skin His features turn red one by one And the slaying then begins He returned to Eamhain Macha And threatened to destroy the town The naked women were then brought forth He then began to calm down He fell in love with Emer Her father was appalled No warrior shall be with her Unless by domhnall he is called He went to train with Domhnall And learned from him all that he could You must go and train with Scathach He bowed his head and said he would Having learned the martial arts he Returned to claim the hand of emer Her father he quickly refused Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered the fortress and left many Of the warriors dead Emer's father killed himself The two lovers then were wed Cuchulainn The Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God Cuchulainn The Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster During the mighty war and tain When Medb of Connaught invaded He stood his ground despite the pain He is called a tragic hero' With Caladin his Sword He killed his best friend Frediad At the battle of the ford Cuchulainn The Hound of Culann x3 His is the Son of a God Cuchulainn The Hound of Culann x3 Serpents and Dragons he fought In Cuchulainns final fight A javelin was thrown at him It sliced his stomach like a knife And caused his innards to fall out He staggered to a nearby lake Where he took a final drink A raven who was drinking his blood Tripped over his intestines The hero gave a last great laugh And tied himself against a stone He faced his enemies standing up But he knew his life was quickly going For three days the foe were scared Until A crow perched on his arm An otter began to drink his blood Cuchulainn is Dead is what they said