Riding towards me on a stallion dazzling white
- save his ears a fiery crimson.
Both of the otherworld - The king and his beast.
This be truly a land of plenty
With nothing left to want.

He beckons me.
Unclean I feel,
Yet I go to him all dazzling pure.

Far beneath Man is this land of Mac LÍr
What a wonderous place is this magical TÍr.
Our Ancestors dwell here in relative peace
Save the hurt caused to them knowing
their living destroy the Tuatha.

3/5/2007