Cormul went forth to the strife, the brother of car-borne Crothar. He went forth, but he fell. The sigh of his people rose. He returned midst the joy of Con-lama. Battle on battle comes.
Blood is poured on blood.
The tombs of the valiant rise. Erin's clouds are hung round with ghosts. The chiefs of the South gathered round the echoing shield of Crothar. He came, with death to the paths of the foe. The virgins wept, by the streams of Ullin.