What's a name?
What's my name?
Is it the classic,
The old-fashioned?
Is it that old nickname,
Or something entirely new?
The one whose prophecies
Are doomed,
Are unheeded.
The one whose warnings
Of misfortune
Are disregarded
The one that nobody listen.
The mythical figure,
The one cursed by the Sun.
The one who wanted to help,
But a malediction fell,
When a 'no' was pronounced.
What's a name?
What's my name?
Is it the classic,
The old fashioned?
Is it that old nickname,
Or something entirely new?
A childhood memory,
Representing the fire,
The passion,
And the enthusiasm.
I burn, it's fervent,
France is the origin.
This one is the end of fuzz,
It's clear, quick as lighting.
Calm, a crawling serpent.
Only speaking the truth,
But mysterious in its words.
Wisdom is its weapon, its domain.
What's a name?
What's my name?
Is it the classic,
The old-fashioned?
Is it that old nickname,
Or something entirely new?
This one is the most important.
Descendant of Cathasach,
Short of the cursed seer.
Watchful, loyal, friendly,
The first to enter the battlefield,
The last to leave.
Vigilant and brave in battle.
Honorable and alert.
Irish in the soul,
And with a grin up to the ears.
It feels like a divination
Coming true. Here in my soul.
What's a name?
What's my name?
Is it the classic,
The old-fashioned?
Is it that old nickname?
Or something entirely new?
I found my name.
