awake proud cuchulainn from thy deep dark slumber hear the sounds of war horns and of swords that are shattering awake proud cuchulainn hasten thee to the battle hear aoife s war cries echoing and the swords that she s shattering wielding mighty dacian steel she stands victorious on the battlefield no hero nor scthach herself could ever hope to make her yield for on this day so many years ago it happened that her prince was slain driving his chariot and swinging his sword now she seeks vengeance in his name slay proud cuchulainn make her warriors bleed tides of war are turning three heroes at your feet now aoife herself is charging and your sword will soon be shattering three mighty blows the princess dealt and with the fourth the warrior fell his weapon broken off at the hilt cuchulainn now would soon be killed yet right before the final strike aoife heard scthach s distant cry ah look aoife s two horses and her chariot they have fallen down the glen and have all perished as she paused to glance around cuchulainn sprang up threw her to the ground life for life aoife suddenly cried three demands to me the hero replied  give in to scthach nor ever defy her again on this island you ll always remain bear me a son conlaoch be his name to all this aoife agreed for this brave man who had made her yield reminded her of her long lost love and finally she found peace