The Bloody Bent One

Not far from here once lived a king
Who tried to provide his people everything
One awful night he heard a voice
And he obeyed it as he had no choice

He built an idol tall and broad
And the people stood around it awed.
He turned and said  "He has a price
Our new god demands sacrifce."

As he prepared to pay the god in blood
The crowd went mad on the mound of mud.
And awful screaming went up as he raised a heart
And the revellers  tore the king apart.

Long after Tigernmus died
Praise to the Bent One was cried
Then Paidraig sailed from o'er the sea
And set the Gaelic people free

He raised his crozier above his head
And struck the wicked idol dead
The fragments sunk into the ground
And not a trace of them could be found

Where once was an idol soaked in blood
Now stands a cross carved of wood
Though often at the fall of night
The locals avoid the hill in fright

There are no more sacrifices up at old Magh Slecht
No one could worship once the idol had been wrecked.
It signalled the end of night and the dawn of the day
For the people of Eire were now people of the Way.