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Translations:
The first part is the Poetic Edda...
The translation for the Gaelic spell is below:
Hurrah and Woe! Leftward! O you my beautiful one! Scared will be the sustenance after cloud and flowers, through its powerful skills of wizards. My battle will not dwindle until (its) end. Not cowardly my request with (their) encountering me with a lnd of rushes laid waste by fire death's form established, death on us given birth.
Before (the presence of) the Sidhe with each of them,
Before Ogma I satisfy,
before the sky and the earth and the sea,
before the sun and the moon and the stars.
O Band of warriors my band here to me
My hosts here of great hosts sea-full
(of)mighty sea-spray (boiling) smelted golden powerful,
conceived, my it be sought upon the field of battle,
Joint death its strain. Havoc its strain.
This spell will call the ancient elder dragon Arcades....my old friend, and someone without whom I cannot cleanse the ley lines...
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