The Sun
The lines of power withdrawn
The night page white to notch what we are
In dot to dot of star
Facing to the sun, end where we've begun
The light stone white, we ogham score to ratchet
The returning sun
The sun divine sprang a single word
The sun divine to light our way
The sun divine sprang a single word
The sun divine to light our way
I caught the rays from the suckle-ailm leaf
From the fern sail root dared the rising shoot
From fed-grazed beast to culled for the feast
From the belly to the voice to the sky, we implore
The sun divine sprang a single word
The sun divine to light our way
The sun divine sprang a single word
The sun divine to light our way
From fearful night to overwrite the mess of stars
Their space, their empty page hewn to mesh a face
Form driseg fears into fochlac stone
With our entreat supplant the blank of night
The sun divine sprang a single word
The sun divine to light our way
The sun divine sprang a single word
The sun divine to light our way