Belenos, come cover me with your amber cloak,
for when the lights of dawn are stoked,
the sorrow whispers, silent calls,
the elder stone shall never fall.
carved are the words in the stone,
for when the new age lights its dawn,
and our aeon will drown,
all we love must fall.
Anxious, I pass fast rivers of time,
the bitter snowfall in the midwinter sky,
for when the twilight of man ends,
this world will fall into the slumber hands.
carved are the words in the stone,
for when the new age lights its dawn,
and our aeon will drown,
all we love must fall.
So to the edge of the world we walked,
Belenos, come cover me with your amber cloak.
carved are the words in the stone,
for when the new age lights its dawn,
and our aeon will drown,
all we love must fall.
Celtic spirit
© Copyright: Андрей Каплун, 2012
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