Tales of the Tuatha ( chapter 24 of the keep it sweet and short tales)
Wherein Bran speaks of things to come
Niamh and Bran sat under a tree together just as they had done in another time, during a golden hour in midsummer when the evening sky rained stars and the forest was filled with a singing rapture. She rested her head on his shoulder and listened to the voice that was a melody from her childhood.
“Stay strong and be happy dear Niamh,” he said encouragingly. “We are the light that flickers between the shadows but, some day strange priests will come from afar and give souls to men. The price will be great!” his voice became solemn, “The high kings will give up the old ways, the gods, and even the magic to reach a divine abode forbidden to us.”
Niamh was confused, “But what of our folk!” she asked. “Don’t we live there now? What happens when the Sidhe die?” She hesitated before whispering,
“What happened to you Bran?”
Tears by Ensiferum ( from Finland)