As storm-clouds gather

Above the glades

A thunder deafens my howl

Of anguish and dismay



Remaining here

In this sinister tomb

I recall the evil deeds

That led me to this place



Bresal Bу-Dнbad was my name

As druid I was praised and famed

From all four corners of Erin

People came to seek my aid



For in those days of gloom and death, 

A murrain fell upon the kine

And killed all cattle in the land



So into the ancient mound I went

To pray and seek advice from elder gods

And beg them for their help



But from out of the dark

Thousands of voices answered my command

Reaping knowledge from my tortured brain

The demon horde devised a wicked plan



To weave a spell so the sun would never set

They abused my sister's magical skills

And forged a day that would not end



In honour of the elder gods

Upon the ancient mound

A massive tower would be built

On sacred ground



For in those days of gloom and death, 

A murrain fell upon the kine

And killed all cattle in the land



Bresal Bу-Dнbad was my name

As druid I was feared, obeyed

I tricked the people to vow an oath

To work for me for but one day



As storm-clouds gather

Above the glades

A thunder deafens my howl

Of anguish and dismay



Remaining here

In this sinister tomb

I recall the evil deeds

That led me to this place



Overtaken by lust and fury

A terrible deed was done that broke the spell

The men of Erin went on their way

When the day had gone and night suddenly fell



Now storm-clouds gather

Above the glades

"Dubhadh"

Will ever be this dark mound's name