Mael Mórdha - Our Ancestors Dwell Here lyrics

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