The winter winds
are blowing in,
the summer's gone
at last.
The darkness comes
and darkness comforts me.
All alone,
I'm Gleann-Caoin bound.
The hunter's call
can still be heard
carried on the wind.
I run alone
underneath the stars.
The stars are racing.
These stars are racing
all alone-
Gleann-Caoin bound.
The sky bleeds fear
the ground is damp
and I am of the air.
The bullet flies
I hear it coming near.
The stars are racing.
These stars are racing.
I'm all alone-
Gleann-Caoin bound.
All alone,
Gleann-Caoin bound.
And the winter comes at last...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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