This is the story of Bas and how she descended into the other world To inquire about the destiny of the Clan The hillock was covered with dead herbs, burnt by the frost Beneath this desolate soil, Bas lay on the altar Priestess of Badararchand, condemned to sacrifice Alabaster skin torn apart, gate to the underworld Oh Mar Macha preserve her soul ! Ancient Ceremonial Long time had passed and Bas finally opened her eyes With her blade engraved with oghams she went out of the hillock Now the landscape was a sinister moor, beaten by the winds Courageous Bas advanced randomly in this dull desolation Time seemed suspended but after a while Bas heard a sound The song of a merry bard Aggravated by this behavior Bas mutilated the bard And continued to wander in this glaucous landscape She saw a decayed village where one sang and feasted in honor of Mar Macha But their bowls were full of gravels and they drank earthy dirty water Were they all insane to banquet in misery ? Ultimate offence to the mighty goddess Bas could no longer support this sacrilege, exterminated them without resistance Roaming the timeless and sinister land she ended at the doors of an ebony castle Exhausted, she entered the dungeon There was standing a woman in a white shroud, so cold An eerie light shined from this spectral being in the hall That could not be Mar, so deprived of might Bas held up her weapon and bored the incarnation Then Mar Macha appeared and fell in tears and sobbing Once Krans spell broken, time has come to have the revenge
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