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Aingeal agus Deamhan

Bloodmark, swords and damnation.

I fought for the lost souls of the nations.

With such unbearable desire and passion.

 

Fuil ar mo aghaidh....

 

Secrets of three, veiled yet unhidden.

Lights upon the earth to cast away the forbiddens.

Pain and sorrow to deaden.

 

M'anam.......

Forget thy sins not...

Unreveal thy secrets not...

 

Mo chroí a fháil ar bhealach...

For God love ist divine...

To those who dwell in His Shrine...

 

Dorchadas fháil bás...

Darkness finds death...

 

Solas teacht ar an saol

Light finds life...

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satan
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Nov 18, 2010
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Thanks to Keiran and Galman for the irish gaelic translations.....

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