Stor Mo Chroí , Fill Fill a Rún Ó :(

This void, is left rotting. Unattended.

This guilt, still haunts to this day. Endlessly.

This ardor, has already turned to stone. Mercilessly.

I beg thee, Stor Mo Chroí, for a second chance.

Forgive me.

*title taken from Mary McLaughlin song(s).