And ye do fade to a faint red hue staring down, veiled in darkness.
How does it feel now
to be the same as me ?
Feeling loneliness and doubt in this world full of hell.
Wondering if you'll e'er return to your former glorious self.

I feel your despair for it echoes within my soul.
Fear not, like my ancestors of old.
As we both know it be just for a time, a time short.
Unlike the misery they endured from Gall both white, gray and black.

Survived we did, but mere shadows
scarce enough to shade the lives of Gaedhill.

They dance to new dances
and prey on new gods.
As we abandoned ours
- so did they theirs
Our sentence was
the Gaedhilic twilight.
Theirs I fear be Death.