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this is the anthem

this is the anthem

this is the anthem

can you see in the light that shines down onto you, through this thing that speaks the truth - an open mouth where only truth passes through. No words. No one, can say it.

She grows
Changed
by the breath of the God.

Now that you've absorbed it
Into your system
Now that you've allowed it to be true
Now that you've neutralized it
Now that you've been photographed, recorded
What are you going to do?
What are you going to do?


Is it so unsafe
When you are
Insecure in the space where you are


Is it really so
Is it more yours
Is it more real, for you?
Than it is for him, or me
And the people who perceive it, receive it, distort it
And prove it, update it, and slightly change it
These people who believe it
And write it all up for you
Is it more real
Does it make it more yours
Is it so awful to be seen


To feel, to fail
You know what they say
That empty vessels ring true
What are you going to do?
If they don't believe you?


CATH MAIGE TUIRED


Your head, your face = your worth

Unafraid of death - just another passing

The plants and flowers, with energy like wombs

Will sustain you:

 

Many enemies

On Display

Their heads claimed, their bodies riven

 

Their bones broken to fit a weapon

 

A father to his son

 

A mother to her breast - it sees

 

what lies behind

 

Knowing, without knowing

 

The milk lays the path that speaks to the stone, on the top of the hill the sky and the stone together, they never part, they see each other. Like mother and Father.

 

They are sister and brother

 

Rejoice in the laughter, combat the fear, that deprives you of the joke. No talk without feast, no feast without joy, without victory, without purity, unphased by restraint.

 

Chan fhiach cuirm gun a còmhradh.

 

 

 

 

Afraigid rig don cath
Kings rise to the battle
rucatair gruaide
Cheeks are seized
aisnethir rossa
Faces declared
ronnatair feola
Flesh is decimated
fennátair enech
Faces are flayed
ethátair catha -rruba
Weapons are seized
segatar ratha
Ramparts are sought
radatar fleda
Feasts are given
fechatar catha
Battles observed
canátair natha
Poems recited
noatair druith
Druids are celebrated
dénaitir cuaird
Circuits made
cuimnitir arca
Bodies recorded
alat ide
Metal cut
sennat deda
Teeth marks made
tennat braigit
Necks broken
blathnuighit tufer
Cuts blossom
cluinethar eghme
Screams are heard
ailitir cuaird
Battallions broken
cathitir lochtai
Hosts give battle
lúet ethair
Ships are steered
snaat arma
Weapons protect
scothaitir sronai
Noses are severed
At_ci cach ro_genair
I see all who are born
ruadcath dergbandach
in the blood zealous vigorous battle
dremnad fiach lergai fo_eburlai
raging raven-battlefield blade-scabbards
Fri uabar rusmebat
They attempt our defeat
re_nar_már_srotaib sinne
over our own great torrents
fri fur fo_abad líni Fomoire
Against your attack on the full of Fomoire
i margnaich incanaigh
In the mossy margins
copraich aigid fiach
the helpful raven drives
dorar friarsolga garuh
strife to our hardy hosts
dálaig formdesigter rodbadh
mustered, we prepare to destroy
samlaidh dergbandaib dam
To me, the full blooded exploits are like
aim critaighid connaechta
the shaking of hound-kills
sameth donn_curidh dibur fercurib fristongarar
goodly decay of muddy warbands, your violations are renounced


Sith co nem

Peace to the sky
Nem co doman
Sky to earth
Doman fo ním,

Earth under sky
nert hi cach
Strength in each
án for_lann
Cup on a plate
lan do mil
Full of honey
mid co saith
Mead to satisfaction
Sam hi ngam
Summer in winter
gai for sciath
Spear upon a shield
sciath for durnd
Shield upon a fist
Dunad lonn_garg
Blade bristling fort
longa tromfoíd
Consumption of solid earth
fod di uí
Rights of the descendents
ross for biur
Forest on a point
benna abu
Horns from a cow
airbe im_etha
Encircling fence
Mess for crannaib
Mast upon trees
craob do scis
Weary bough
scis do áss
Weary from growth
saith do mac
Wealth for a boy
mac for muin
Boy on a neck; food enough for a free person
muinel tairb
Neck of a bull
tarb di arccoin
Bull from a watch dog
odhb do crann
Knot on a tree
crann do ten
Tree for fire
Tene a nn-ail
Fire from a stone
Ail a n-uír
Stone from earth
uích a mbuaib
Young from cows
boinn a mbru
Cows from a womb
Brú la fefaid
Riverbank with birdsong
oss_glas iaer errach
Grey deer before spring
foghamar for_asit etha
Autumn where grows corn
Iall do tir
Flock of birds, warriors for the land
tir co trachd
Land to the shore
la feabrae
With sharp edges
Bid_ruad rossaib síraib rith_már
The great run to the eternal woods / the promintory will be fierce
‘Nach scel laut?’
“Have you any story?”
Sith co nemh,
Peace to the sky
bid_sirnae sith’
It will be eternal peace


Ni accus bith no_mbeo
I do not see a world of the living
Baid sam cin blatha
Summer will be without flowers
beti bai cin blichda
Cows will be without milk
mna can feli
Women without modesty / generosity / pudenda
fir gan gail
Men without semen
Gabala can righ
Conquests without king
rinna ulcha ilmoigi
walls of spear-points on every plain
beola bron
Sad mouths
feda cin mes
Forests without mast
Muir can toradh
Sea without fruit
Tuir bainbthine /// Tuirb ainb thine
Tower-wall of white metal /// A multitude of storms
immat moel rátha
around bare fortresses
fás a forgnam locha
Empty their dark buildings
diersitir dinn
High places cannot endure
atrifiter linn
A lake has attempted
lines sechilar flaithie
to flood past a multitude of kingdoms
faoilti fria holc
Welcome to its evil
ilach imgnath
Howling occupies
gnuse ule
every face
Incrada docredb
Great unbelievable torments
gluind ili
many crimes
imairecc catha
Battles waged everywhere
toebh fri ech delceta
Trust in spiked horses
imda dala
Many hostile meetings
braith mac flaithi
treacherous princelings
forbuid bron
A shroud of sorrows
sen saobretha
on old high judgements
Brecfásach mbrithiom
False maxims of judges
braithiomh cech fer
Every man a betrayer
Foglaid cech mac
Every son a brigand
Gignitir cen_mair
Many will be born without surviving
olc aimser
Evil time
immera mac a athair
in which the son will derange his father
imera ingen
In which the daughter will derange…

 


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