Fael-Inis, you Lord of the arte of fire; For to cheat the Son of Man. And to force across the selfish will. How to catch the souls of the Tuatha Danan When the awen comes and we both slip between.
Fael-Inis, you courtier dressed with care; Many come when ere they may, Since they pass before the terrible gase. How to catch the souls of the Tuatha Danan When the awen comes and we both slip between.
Fael-Inis, you prince and beggar both; The Gods may call it in vain Whilst the wit of all is carved from clay. How to catch the souls of the Tuatha Danan When the awen comes and we both slip between.
Fael-Inis, call up the fire of time; Speak the ancient language now. Take no allegiance if you will. How to catch the souls of the Tuatha Danan When the awen comes and we both slip between.
Fael-Inis, friend to those who see; Who dare to take the spoils, With empty hand but blazing will How to catch the souls of the Tuatha Danan When the awen comes and we both slip between. --- Ian Read, for Fire+Ice