Connla, child of Cuchulain
Born to Aoife, of beauty and steel
Spawned from battle, his cruel fate awaits
From the land of Gods
Connla made haste
Down to Ulster
Where his father awaits
Cursed with gaesa, three which were laid
When his journey begins, never shall he return
No challenge shall be refused, to no man shall he give his true name
When Connla refused
To give the king his name
Many warriors were sent
To forcе Connla’s hand
Cuchulain was called
To see to this young man
But still he refusеd
To give his true name
And so the spears were called
And mightily they clashed
But Connla gave way
And fell to his fate
So began
Cuchulain‘s great lament
He cursed Aoife’s name
And went to the waves
The Ulster men were called
To say their farewells
And Connla was laid to rest
Killed by his father’s hand
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Olde Throne Lyrics – Connla’s Fate