Oidhche nan eòin (The Night of the Winged Spirits)

© 2026 The Clan of the Green Dragon Original lyrics and creative direction by the author. Music generated using licensed AI tools under a commercial use agreement. This work is part of an original narrative and musical project. Unauthorized commercial use, in whole or in part, is not permitted. [Rann 1] Tha a’ ghaoth os cionn nan creag, Gun ainm, gun ghairm; Tha an oidhche fosgailte, ’S tha ar n-anail sàmhach. [Rann 2] Tha gluasad anns an adhar, Gun chorp, gun sgàil; Tha fuaim os cionn nan cinn, Mar sgiath air a’ ghaoth. Chan eil iad a’ tighinn don talamh, Chan eil iad a’ bruidhinn rinn; Tha iad a’ dol seachad, ’S tha an oidhche gan giùlan. [Cearcall na Gaoithe] A’ ghaoth a’ dol. A’ ghaoth a’ tilleadh. Os ar cinn. Os ar n-anail. Gun lorg air a’ chreig. Gun lorg air an talamh. A’ tighinn. A’ falbh. Tha an èadhar beò. Tha an oidhche a’ gluasad. [Faire na h-Oidhche] Tha sinn nar seasamh. Gun ghluasad. Gun ghuth. Tha a’ ghaoth fhathast os ar cionn. Chan eil i gar gairm. Chan eil i gar fàgail. Tha an oidhche fosgailte. Tha na creagan ag èisteachd. Agus èistidh sinn fhìn. --- LITERAL ENGLISH TRANSLATION (informational only) (EN: The Night of the Winged Spirits) [Verse 1] The wind is above the cliffs, without name, without call; the night is open, and our breath is silent. [Verse 2] There is movement in the air, without body, without shadow; there is a sound above our heads, like a wing in the wind. They do not come to the ground, they do not speak to us; they pass by, and the night carries them. [Circle of the Wind] The wind goes. The wind returns. Above our heads. Above our breath. No trace on the rock. No trace on the ground. Coming. Leaving. The air is alive. The night moves. [Night Vigil] We stand. Without movement. Without voice. The wind is still above us. It does not call us. It does not leave us. The night remains open. The cliffs are listening. And we too will listen.