Seas Best Not Navigated (Tag: Rosmerta)
Manannan, a Thírna nan cheó (Manannan, Lord of Mist)
éist le ár ghuí agus osclaím nan n-geatai bíseanna (Hear our prayer and open the Spiraled Gate.)
Manannan, a Loingseoir Mhór (Manannan, Great Navigator)
Stiúradh sinn, (Steer us,)
Más é do thoil é, spré do clóca-cheó (If it please you, spread your mist-cloak)
agus beir gach a Tír na n-Óg. (and bear away each to Tir na n-Óg.)
Bloody mortals. Bloody stupid, power-hungry, increasingly foolhardy mortals.
The seas and the land had been echoing with the death chants of the land of Eire all night, and the great Ferryman of the dead could only ignore the prayers for so long. One foolish Roman general had chosen to set foot on his land, and the people of the Tuatha de Danaan struck back with all the ferocity of a bear. While the general had turned back, choosing instead to write his letters back to his emperor on the other side of the Muir Éireann, the incursion had left Manannan Mac Lir in a foul mood.
( The kind of mood maelstroms were made from. )
éist le ár ghuí agus osclaím nan n-geatai bíseanna (Hear our prayer and open the Spiraled Gate.)
Manannan, a Loingseoir Mhór (Manannan, Great Navigator)
Stiúradh sinn, (Steer us,)
Más é do thoil é, spré do clóca-cheó (If it please you, spread your mist-cloak)
agus beir gach a Tír na n-Óg. (and bear away each to Tir na n-Óg.)
Bloody mortals. Bloody stupid, power-hungry, increasingly foolhardy mortals.
The seas and the land had been echoing with the death chants of the land of Eire all night, and the great Ferryman of the dead could only ignore the prayers for so long. One foolish Roman general had chosen to set foot on his land, and the people of the Tuatha de Danaan struck back with all the ferocity of a bear. While the general had turned back, choosing instead to write his letters back to his emperor on the other side of the Muir Éireann, the incursion had left Manannan Mac Lir in a foul mood.
( The kind of mood maelstroms were made from. )