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[King Nuada was rooted from Tuatha De Dannan and Breas The Beautiful, The bravest warrior in battle with Fir-Bolg, took his place.] Facing the nightmare in me dreams of emptiness Dark clouds spit fire and ice all across the land Tide of forgotten times in nameless shape arise as I had fallen into shadow Gazing these purple skies I travel through the stars fever passed through me like an arrow While I endure in soaring pain Shall I condemn the greatest shame? Shall I reign? Under a mourning grief the darkest void I bear the agony of homeland soil I bear the agony in painful dreaming Under a mourning grief I am still alive... In a delirium a farewell to my grief regaining pride that I once lost After the raging storm of times I calmly sigh Shadows still linger in the air From Letras Mania