How im feeling

How the wind blow today, the crowd say, bring what song?

Wind shout of Oran mor, say sky should I follow?

Love, form in upheaval, I, upturn crowd cut in edit shapes,

Sway of dark-lord hate: in golden helm, winged of love,

I await, the next strike in sky formless; a battle rages

What say you, oran mor, in your wind of truth, loves Light,

When daylight comes, will she hear my love song?