Bres - Celtachor

During the fray of battle

Nuada did lose his arm

Cut off by the mighty Sreng

For the law of the Tuatha

That no man would be king

Armless and beaten lost to his kin

The kingship now left for another to rise

The Sun blasts light

Over mountains and skies

Banners in the distance

The High Men gather

A legacy for a new king

Spears to the sky, the Lia Fail screams

New king arise, lead and guide!

The Chosen of the land

Bres was his name

He lacked wisdom and knowledg

His rule brought shame

The Fomorians put a burdn on his people

By the leadership of the tyrant

Their army was vast and feared by many

The Tuatha stood defiant

Taxes did bestow them

Bres failed them as a king

A debt on their cattle

How did this fate begin?

Hated by the Tuatha

His halls empty and cold

No singers, dancers or music

No tales would be told

At a point during his rule

Cridenbel was met

An old wretch of a man

And this is how this tale began

Cridenbel did steal from

The Dagda’s plate

Three pieces was the price

Weak and starving

The Dagda suffered the worst

But his son he did see

A plan was made to feed

The old man gold

Three pieces was the price

The deed was done, the old man died

Three pieces took his life

Bres gave orders for the Dagda

He went to the king

Cridenbel was opened

Gold lay within!

Truth rings!

Bres forever would have no good luck

Only failure, only shame

Forever, forever!