Damned When Dead - Mael Mórdha

The earth cold and damp presses against my shroud

Mortality has fled my mortal frame

Immortal will forever be my name

This earth has drank much blood

In the fight to save my land

Strange it is this feeling knowing my crown has passed to the Gall’s hand

The bells knell in sorrow as I am lowered down

The cold earth is silent for a time

My headstone, a cross of stone, bears my name

To remind all men that here I lie

Deep within the bosom of the world

I finally become aware

Noises that I cannot comprehend

Whispers at first but now a roar

Deafening it is, fear does grip my soul

What is this ancient horror that calls me to its own?

A thunderous crack sounds overhead

As my cross is shorn in two

Has God passed sentence on my life?

I fear it could be true

My soul is slowly being sucked back to whence it came

Slowly I realise it be not God

Manannán be his name

The earth which I no longer feel press against my skin

The shroud half hanging from my corpse

Trailing still within the bog which spews me up from the bowels

Of this ancient land I knew

Ochone, what is this hell on earth

Is this what from my dreams grew?

Putrid when living, damned when dead