On the day of the De Danann rule,
Breas ruled the pagan lands
He led his people as a fool,
under the shadow of Balors hand
The Tuatha De lived a life of pain,
in body and spirit their weakness grew,
as though their battle was in vain,
this can't go on the people knew

Dagda, All father, once God and provider,
fell into disgrace with the king
The food he recieved would not feed a spider
-The best pieces, Cridinbel would win
Aengus was shoked by the state of his father,
"Crindinbel must die", He did say

He put gold in the food, and the food on the platter,
Crindinbel fell dead on that sacred day

Nuada awoke from the otherworld dream,
his hand was forged by the gods,
water was brought from the healing stream,
"You will be king?" -He nods

Breas journied to the Fomor lands
And met his Fomorian father
They held each other in their hands,
their kinship would stay hereafter

The Il-Dana came to meet with Nuada,
the greatest hero of the Tuatha De,
The Fomor arrived for their early tax,
these savages Il-Dana did slay

Balor declared war and sent his tribes,
Nuada prepared as did the scribes

Samhain approached and tensions were high,
Dagda went to the Fomor spy
Breas the dishonoured led a Fomor invasion
the Il-Dana won this first battle occasion

Back to Moytura the De Danann returned,
they set up camp and the pagan fires burned,
the first day of battle was a mighty event,
druids were chanting as the scouts forth were sent

A great clash of shields,
cries of was frenzy,
blood fell on fields,
each warrior the enemy

Nuada killed Indech,
the king of the Fomor,
the worm god was unleashed
with a taste for war

Nuada raised his sword of light,
against the mighty Cromcruach,
Balor caught uhim in his sight,
Nuada died a hero's death

But Balor to the ground was cast,
Il-Dana was the new high king,
De Danann heroes won at last,
never again to laugh and sing