Lux sanctuary
Having planted my life in his eyes Having planted my eyes on his life After the cold of his sad soul When I have meeting his scary fire When his cold as the moon Pushed me into the abyss At night without light In the kingdom of morrighan, Then I offered him The secrets of Awen, Lost gost in the cave I look for his holly spirit Under the fumaroles In the hell under rocks In the cold of the fear In the stench of the devil Go, for help me, Dagda Put together for my Soul The keugant and the gwenved Ask for me sacred gods I call up so that The ancient hold out Their hands to save me In the Lux sanctuary.
Lydia Maleville
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