Mael Mordha The Serpent And The Black Lake
A vast dark expanse of cold silent wave
Stretches between us, bleak and miserable.
It mocks Me, taunts Me,
reminding Me of My failure
Away you stand, far from Me.
Alone on a barren mount, fearful and majestic
Your head white as the snow which rests on the grass.
Dark crevasses carved deep run cold with icy tears
Fallen from Heaven.
Caithin a mbeidhmíd le chéile?
You stay silent yet beckon to Me
Gan frithbheart leanaim
Leaving Me behind
ÉirÃlonn na h-uisceanna fuara
And attempt to drown me
Ach is cuma liom
Because further I wade into the gloom.
I await too late. A serpent black and terrifying
Swallows Me in His fierce jaws of eternal torture
And endless suffering.
