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.