Cairenn
Cairenn Chasdub; Caireann ("curly-black (hair)") was, according to medieval Irish legend and historical tradition, the daughter of Sachell Balb, king of the Saxons, the second wife of the Irish High King Eochaid Mugmedón, and the mother of Niall of the Nine Hostages.
When she was pregnant with Niall, Eochaid's first wife Mongfind was jealous and made her do heavy labour, hoping to make her miscarry. She gave birth beside a well as she was drawing water, and, out of fear of Mongfind, left the baby exposed to the birds. But the child was rescued and brought up by a poet called Torna. When the child, Niall, grew up he returned to Tara and relieved his mother of her labour, and went on to become High King himself.
Given Niall's dates (he is traditionally supposed to have died around the turn of the 5th century, although modern historians place him half a century later), it is anachronistic for his mother to have been a Saxon, but O'Rahilly argues that the name Cairenn is derived from the Latin name Carina, and that it is plausible that she might have been a Romano-Briton. Indeed, Geoffrey Keating describes her not as a Saxon but as the "daughter of the king of Britain".
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Lead The Parade
by: KornLost and alone
I'm out of the stone
Could be this process everyday
Nothings my own
The dreams that I've grown
I won't control and throw away
I need to make the decisions
I need to make it right
I need to lead the parade
Or this shit will fucking take my life
I want to kill the decisions
I want to make it right
I want to pass this test
And complete my tormented life
This curse is my own
It follows me home
Its like a child that wants to play
The thoughts in my brain
The subconscious pain
Makes me think why do I stay
I need to make the decision
I need make it right
I need to lead the parade
Or this shit will take my life
I want to kill the decisions
I want to make it right
I want to pass this test
And complete my tormented life
I want to kill the decisions
I want it to be right
I want to pass my test
And complete this tormented life
Happy, everything was wonderful
So happy, it's beautiful
I need to make the decision
I need to make it right
I want to kill the decisions
I want to make it right
I want to pass this test
And complete my tormented life
I want to kill the decisions
I want to make it right
I want to pass this test
And complete my tormented life
I'm happy, I knew you'd make it right