Our force descends toward war-torn tempest
With bristling knives, carmine wrapped
Rain snaps - Freezing spears for battle's map
Rage rides 'neath the spate of sky's clean sap
Riastrad!
Lugh: Remake me!
Riastrad!
Remake. Me
Dancing swords, hail down like acorn seeds
Blades from trunks - begin: light from hard oak
Our sovereign twigs speed from holy mounds
Life makes Night's spokes
Riastrad!
Lugh: Remake me!
Riastrad!
Remake. Me
Holy mounds - begin: light from hard yew
Regal violence is unsheathed
Gae Assail
Remake me, a form of twigs, like fiery yew blade: unyielding
Our spears sing, "sweetness spun"
They plow fields, to sever breath
Gasping fear: men - furrowed - plunge
Warmth ripped from each rib-cage nest