Cales
From The Bosom Of Oblivion
Through oblivion I have been travelling for hundreds of years Hidden from your sight Passing your fates. Born by the night dark Into the deeps of blinding darkness I penetrate everything. I was a pool hidden in a thicket, A spring breeze and a winter windstorm, too. I guard worlds spun of dreams Beyond levels of double truths Under the signs of ogam. It is me who rides on the saddled time.
From Letras Mania