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