He who lives alone, longs only for mercy, the mercy of falling on his side.
The brave have perished in laurel-crowned glory,
yet the brave shall carrythe name of Eire into eternity.
Eternity is like a flame, it`s essence is so limitless.
Eternity is a deathless pith covering the Southern and burning shores of his
paradise, the Tir Na N`og. When legends of steel were strong, it was louder
than any uproar of thunder.
...of Celtic fire, he was born. He will live on... FOREVER.
- Equitant Ifernain -