As storm-clouds gather* Above the glades A thunder deafens my howl Of anguish and dismay Remaining here In this sinister tomb I recall the evil deeds That led me to this place Bresal Bó-Díbad was my name As druid I was praised and famed From all four corners of Erin People came to seek my aid For in those days of gloom and d**h A murrain fell upon the kine And k**ed all cattle in the land So into the ancient mound I went To pray and seek advice from elder gods And beg them for their help But from out of the dark Thousands of voices answered my command Reaping knowledge from my tortured brain The demon horde devised a wicked plan To weave a spell so the sun would never set They abused my sister's magical sk**s And forged a day that would not end In honour of the elder gods Upon the ancient mound A ma**ive tower would be built On sacred ground For in those days of gloom and d**h A murrain fell upon the kine And k**ed all cattle in the land Bresal Bó-Díbad was my name As druid I was feared, obeyed I tricked the people to vow an oath To work for me for but one day As storm-clouds gather Above the glades A thunder deafens my howl Of anguish and dismay Remaining here In this sinister tomb I recall the evil deeds That led me to this place Overtaken by lust and fury A terrible deed was done that broke the spell The men of Erin went on their way When the day had gone and night suddenly fell Now storm-clouds gather Above the glades "Dubhadh" Will ever be this dark mound's name