Paroles de Crimson Red
--Indigo - Tales From The Tain - Crimson Red(it's british english: eg.:colour IS correct)
I see a battle: A blond man
with much blood about his belt
and a hero-halo around his head.
His brow is full of victories.
Seven hard heroic jewels
are set in the iris of his eye.
His jaws are settled in a snarl.
he wears a looped red tunic.
A noble countanance I see.
A young man in sweet couloring:
A form dragonish in the fray.
His great valour brings to mind...
I see it crimson, I see it red.
But I see, now, the hole host
coloured crimson by his hand.
A giant on the plain I see.
Doing battle with the host.
Holding in each of his two hands
four short quick swords.
I see him hurling against the host
two gae bolgae and a spear
and an ivory-hilted sword,
each weapon to its seperate task.
He towers on the battlefield melted to a mis-shape).
I see him moving to the fray:
Take warning, watch him well,
Cúchulainn, Suladam's Son!
Now I see him in pursuit.
Whole hosts he will destroy.
Making dense massacre.
In thousends you will yield your heads.
I am Fedelm, I hide nothing:
The blood starts from warrior's
wounds total ruin at his touch:
Your warriors dead, the warriors
of Dede Mac Sin prowling loose:
Torn corpses, women wailing,
because of him - The Forge-Hound.
I see it crimson, I see it red.
Coloured crimson by his hand.
--Indigo - Tales From The Tain - Crimson Red
are set in the iris of his eye.
His jaws are settled in a snarl.
he wears a looped red tunic.
A noble countanance I see.
A young man in sweet couloring:
A form dragonish in the fray.
His great valour brings to mind...
I see it crimson, I see it red.
But I see, now, the hole host
coloured crimson by his hand.
A giant on the plain I see.
Doing battle with the host.
Holding in each of his two hands
four short quick swords.
I see him hurling against the host
two gae bolgae and a spear
and an ivory-hilted sword,
each weapon to its seperate task.
He towers on the battlefield melted to a mis-shape).
I see him moving to the fray:
Take warning, watch him well,
Cúchulainn, Suladam's Son!
Now I see him in pursuit.
Whole hosts he will destroy.
Making dense massacre.
In thousends you will yield your heads.
I am Fedelm, I hide nothing:
The blood starts from warrior's
wounds total ruin at his touch:
Your warriors dead, the warriors
of Dede Mac Sin prowling loose:
Torn corpses, women wailing,
because of him - The Forge-Hound.
I see it crimson, I see it red.
Coloured crimson by his hand.
--Indigo - Tales From The Tain - Crimson Red
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