Born to the wilderness
Missing first on the line
Will the fear disappear.
O aingil coimheád mé
O aingil as na fhlaithis
Solas geal níl eagla orm
O aingil coimhéadach.
(Angels of heaven watch over me
I have no fear of you
My guardian angel).
Behind the inocent
The last, the least and the lost
Will be found in the storm.
O aingil coimheád mé
O aingil as na fhlaithis
Solas geal níl eagla orm
O aingil coimhéadach.
Burning by nightfall.
Measuring by the light.
Ageless Messengers.
O aingil coimheád mé
O aingil as na fhlaithis
Solas geal níl eagla orm
O aingil coimhéadach