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FOLDATH, IN THE CAVERN OF MOMA FROM THE SAME
FOLDATH, ADDRESSING THE SPIRITS OF HIS FATHERS
In your presence dark I stand:
Spirits of my sires! disclose,
Shall my steps, o'er Atha's land,
Pass to Ullin of the roes?
Spirits of my sires! disclose,
Shall my steps, o'er Atha's land,
Pass to Ullin of the roes?
Thou to Ullin's plains shalt go:
There shall rage the battle loud:
O'er the fall'n thy fame shall grow,
Like the gath'ring thunder-cloud.
There shall rage the battle loud:
O'er the fall'n thy fame shall grow,
Like the gath'ring thunder-cloud.
There thy blood-stain'd sword shall gleam,
Till, around while danger roars,
Cloncath, the Reflected Beam,
Come from Moruth's sounding shores.
Till, around while danger roars,
Cloncath, the Reflected Beam,
Come from Moruth's sounding shores.
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