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"I care not whether I die tomorrow or next year, if only my deeds live after me"

On this bloodstained land

I will make my stand

And my honour will defend

Ferdia oh, my friend

This will be the end

When this spear will leave my hand.

Fight with me!

Choose your weapon today!

Let it be all or any, today you're both brother and prey

Draw your sword!

Cast your spear to me!

Ferdia! Come face your brother

Come face the Hound of Cullan!

I care not whether I die

tomorrow or next year,

If my deeds live after me.

My soul dies here with you

Brother, see you

In Tir nan nOg.

My spear pierces your heart, and strikes mine twice as hard

Today, there will be no victory

Yet again, my brother,

My hands are covered in your blood

This time not to heal your wounds.

Fate wanted us to live as brothers

And die as foes

Woe onto Éireann, for the greatest of warriors has fallen.