The Nobles of Spring

Ag imeall ár Domhain Sroicheann Sayat do Galane Ag leagan amach a chéad soilse uainn Tús na laethanta amach romhainn.

Ag bualadh timpeall orainn Cruinnigh na Stags a ndearnaamar rian orthu Créatúr iontach ar fud linn Cosúil leo siúd a shealbhaigh muid ó shin.

Ruaig muid, ag dul idir scuab agus crann Tháinig ár n-aire ar a gcuid rianta mar atá againn Rinne siad staidéar ar a n-reitheacha ar an talamh Scríbhinní scannacha, a rianta a scaipeadh isteach sa salachar.

Leanamar, ag foghlaim go fóill Scáth amháin ar an bhforaois Is cosúil nach bhfuil an fiach seo ar bith eile Féachaimid créatúr mór.

Téann cuid againn as na mistéireachtaí seo Roinnt againn ró-ídithe chun leanúint ar aghaidh Le linn an ama a rith, feicimid na huimhreacha a laghdú Faigheann Galane linn a grá.

Amach anseo sa imréiteach aisteach seo Amidst na rianta runae Rinneamar ar ais i ndaoine ciúin Mar a tharla roimh an tsúil, is cosúil le súile Faye

Seasann muid anseo, duine le duine Le glór na fiach Faoiseamh dó a chuid bannaí domhain Chun saol a thabhairt ar ais go dtí ár bhforais. At the edge of our World Sayat reaches for Galane Setting his first lights upon us The beginning of the coming days.

Blazing all around us Gather the Stags we have tracked Magnificent Beasts all around us Like those we have hunted in ages past.

We rushed, passing between brush and tree Our gaze fell upon their tracks as we Studied their runes on the ground Strange writings, their tracks etched into the dirt.

We follow, still learning The forest a single shadow This hunt is like no other We seek a mighty beast.

Some of us flee these mysteries Some of us too exhausted to carry on With time passing we see dwindling numbers Galane greets us with her love.

Out here in this strange clearing Amidst the runic tracks We froze in silent awe As finally, before our eyes Faye’s lover appears

We stand here, face to face With the glory of the hunt Relieving him of his earthly bonds To bring life back to our grounds.