万軍を相手取り、万物と向き合い、万人を駆逐する。
そこに余人が入り込む猶予はなく、
恋人も、戦友も、子供も、王すらも、全てが不要。
常に孤高、常に最強、常に勝利を奪い去る。

殺して、殺して、殺し続けて。
行き着く果ては、積み上げられた死体の丘。
最強を謳え、最強を誇れ、最強を轟かせよ。
誰が認めずとも、俺が認めよう。

彼の名はクー・フーリン。
アルスター最強の戦士である。

Challenging all armies, defying all things, exterminating all people.
Unswayed by other people, he has no need for lovers, comrades, children, or even kings.
Ever lonely, ever mighty, ever victorious.

Killing. Killing. He keeps on killing.
At the end of his path is a hill of corpses.
Sing of his might, praise his might, and make known his might.
Even if no one acknowledges it, I will acknowledge it.

His name is Cú Chulainn, the mightiest warrior of Ulster.