O Danu, Mother of the Sidhe,
deliver me from this Age.
I do not belong here.
The love of men has turned to decay.
They rip up the bodies of their mothers and fathers,
the soil. They have shaved their locks, the trees.
Your blood, the waters
Their breath, the skies.
The Age has been lost and me with it.
The time has come for me
to enter into your hollow hills.
To enter the mounds that lead underneath the Earth
Elysium is my homeland.
Danu, I am sidhe not man.
I renounce humanhood.
Do not leave me here pining,
for the blue skies, your eyes.
For the blue cool breath of the Western Lands.
For the bluebell forests of Elysium.
Danu, a sheachadadh dom thar do uiscí.
Danu, deliver me across your waters.
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