An Bean Sidhe

An Bean Sidhe - Cruachan

Written by：Cruachan

In the dead of night you will hear me cry

I will come to earth and you will die

You can't escape this terrible fate

Your time has come and the hour is late

In the robes a forten veils of groy

In peaceful rest I cannot lay

I come to your home to warn of death

I walk the land but draw no breath

I

I take the form of a hooded crow

And gaze at the carnage of battle below

Or on land in the guise of a hare

Paralyzing victims with my piercing stare

I am the goddess of sword and spear

A sorrowful mourn means I am near

My presence will fill all men with dread

I wash the blood from the cloths of the dead