Ballad of the Omniam Pullum

by Amaranthe Silverglade

Written partially in gaelic, this ballad is sung by a lillend first mate to the pirate ship, the Omniam Pullum, mourning the loss of her wrongfully slain captain. "Cuimnich gra, gleidh noidyn dluth" - "Remember, love, keep enemies close- vengeance is at h

Cuimnich grá,

we, we were the feathers-

The feathers of the wings

That glide on the sea.

Gléidh noidyn dlúth,

We were the song

The song of the bird that sailed high and free.

CH:

Will you take me o'er the boundless sea,

When our flock flew high to fell the shark?

Will you take me o'er sweet memory-

An' we were under the angel's wing,

An' we were the crew of the hawk.

Cuimnich grá,

We, we were the guilty-

For the black sin of freedom truly being.

Gléidh noidyn dlúth, we were the crime;

With angel's blood from your hands still streaming.

CH:

Will you take me o'er the boundless sea,

When our flock flew high to fell the shark?

Will you take me o'er sweet memory-

An' we were under the angel's wing,

An' we were the crew of the hawk.

Cuimnich oc lode

Grá merriu

Gléidh anam ad mian currit mow

Noidyn foshlit! Cumwade fearg Ri na ugve

Dlúth nyn shallid.

CH:

Will you take me o'er the boundless sea,

When our flock flew high to fell the shark?

Will you take me o'er sweet memory-

An' we were under the angel's wing,

An' we were the crew of the hawk.

Cuimnich grá,

We, we were the captured-

Imprisoned by our own greed and fearful hearts.

Gléidh noidyn dlúth,

We were the wronged.

Our troupe, without a leader, was falling apart.

CH:

Will you take me o'er the boundless sea,

When our flock flew high to fell the shark?

Will you take me o'er sweet memory-

An' we were under the angel's wing,

An' we were the crew of the hawk.