An Bean Sidhe - Cruachan

In the dead of night you will hear me cry

I will come to earth and you will die

You cannot escape this terrible fate

Your time has come and the hour is late

In the robes and veils of grey

In peaceful rest I cannot lay

I come to your home to warn of death

I walk the land but draw no breath

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