Minions of Manannan

To the east lies lines and lines immortal

Pounding relentless, wearing all down

No matter those who stand against them

(Those) Minions of Manannán

Pounding to dust all



The rough becoming smooth

The edge – edgeless

Souls shackled, a dying dream

All that is left now is to scream



But no noise comes

As bodies be riddled with disease

And with great dis-ease I stand alone

The last Gael against the Gall



The back be broke by the strain of yoke

With weight worse than that borne by the ox and the plough

I falter and falter and bend and then break

All for a petty dream that most would forsake



And now so close to furrows

I can see worms and smell clay

I realise too late I am wasting away



And so to the east lies my sight immortal

Where the minions of Manannán are bearing all down

So I drag my burdens down to the shore

Finally drowning as they become no more