An Triu Creathan

The rocks before him crumbled into the battering sea.
Never a tyrant as cruel had caused such misery.
Once a forgotten island of witchcraft and sorcery,
Now plundered by a giant, and longed to be set free.

Through beaches and rivers he charged,
With a soul and a heart made of stone.
Showing no mercy to those in his path,
And crushing them blow by blow.

Their skin, it bled at the sight of the warriors bearing in.
Through defeat, so fierce they diminished.
An Triu Creathan did begin.