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 All the troops from fair Cruachan they escape not back from you. Then so much the greater is your glory; guard yourself with vigilance and find it.

Dark cloud of poison green. . . . red two-edged blade, death compelling!

For sides shall be cut to pieces, hands shall be dislocated, bodies shall be lacerated, necks shall be made bare in the house of Gerg from the time of the death-dealing ninth hour even to the middle of the day! Grave-beds on the ground! A young man it is who distributes the blackness of death.