A spectral entity, of Cymric folklore A hideous hag, who haunts Welsh families
Shrieking, wailing, screaming, crying Lamenting the souls of the dying Dreary moaning, wrathful keening My child, my child Coming from a bleak dark mist Up to the window sill Of those who have long been ill My wife, my wife Shrieking, wailing, screaming, crying Lamenting the souls of the dying Dreary moaning, wrathful keening My love, my love Flapping wings against the pane Calling she repeats their name Harbinger of certain death I hear her scream
The night hag haunts our family Her keening is our curse For generations in this place We've heard her dreadful verse Our father's fathers pass the tale Of Goo-rakh-uh-hree-bun She will not leave our family Until her work is done
Torn and black dishevelled hair Lank and withered arms and claws Darkened eyes and blackened teeth Ghastly leathered bat like wings Her figure thin, and crooked back Trailing robes of obsidian black Tattered vestments adorn her bust She's come to turn your soul to dust
Invisible to all men But those of the bloodline We oft' encountered the beast At crossroads and lonely screams Splashing and agitating water With her long bloodless hands Stalking quietly beside us Our eternal dark companion
Sleep silent my child in the cradle of the dusk As the moon bathes thee in her gentle veiled majesty Sleep silent my child in the warmth of my arms Fire embers that fortell the time As the candle ebbs away The trees are yearning, for the summer breeze I kiss your brow and fall to my knees Tears burning my skin tonight, hold on my dear The soft caress of morning light will soon be here Sleep silent my child, as the seasons change The winds blow wild amongst the winter's rage The hag of the mist, this families sage Arrives like thunderous storm Carrying somber plague She is goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
