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 Bó-Díbad 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 Bó-Díbad 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