One hundred days or one hundred years?
I cannot tell how long I've been here
Sampling delights of his kingdom bright
Far beneath the waves
White blossoms fall down from the tree
I feel it - He does beckon me
"One more time my dear old friend
To go back and make amends
For the constant wrongs that plague the land
Go once more. Deal them Doom's hand
You did leave the world as Mael Mórdha
So you shall return as Diarmúid Mac Murrough"
My heart does sink, yet I sharpen my blade
One last time I leave from this peaceful glade
To doom those to which I depart
Back to Éire i go with a heavy heart