Crom Cruach
There, rose a high idol after many battles
Which was called the Crom-Cruach
He would break any peace between the tribes
He was their god
Crom the withered in thick mists
Those who were frightened
Never would reach the High Kingdoms
There were hurting themselves
There were beating palms,
Hammering their bodies
While mourning in the name of the fallen One
Enslaving them
They were shedding endless floods of tear
Crom Cruach
Allí, se alzó un alto ídolo después de muchas batallas
Que era llamado el Crom-Cruach
Él rompería cualquier paz entre las tribus
Él era su dios
Crom el marchito en densas nieblas
Aquellos que tenían miedo
Nunca alcanzarían los Reinos Altos
Se estaban lastimando a sí mismos
Estaban golpeando palmas,
Martillando sus cuerpos
Mientras lamentaban en nombre del caído
Esclavizándolos
Estaban derramando interminables torrentes de lágrimas