Shone the sunset red and solemn   Where we stood and observed   Down the corners of the column   Letter strokes of Ogham carved   'tis belike a burial pillar   Said he and those shallow lines   Hold some warriors name of valour   And will rightly show the signs      No one saw, how far I fell   And no one ever knew   That there was a heart of flesh   Deep within me   As it was, bled of the twisted horn   And the howling of the dogs   Raise on old Heroes lament   While the weeping of women   Still vexes my heart      If this is my Journey End   Then cast me to the pyre   And if all that remains   Is a blackened heart   And the stench of death   Then know my spell is cast   And sing my song   With pride once more