Lay-ohl, shee-shay,

Lay-ohl, shee-shay.

We sing to live, we live to sing,

Our voices, our strength, our world,

Are made of song and salt.

Lay-ohl, shee-shay,

Lay-ohl, shee-shay.

We live in darkness, darkness lives in us,

Our bodies, our minds, our hearts,

Are not for you to know.

Cughtagh,

From Scottish folklore comes the tale of the cughtagh, a group of marines creatures who inhabited the caves along the rocky shores of the Isle of Man.  The cughtagh live to sign. Their lives were spend in unending signing not for other reason than the joy of hearing themselves.

Most often, their soft voices made their songs barely distinguishable over the ruckus of crashin...

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