So, So
Along the hills she roams,
Spreading cursed plagues
Beware and don't
Go looking for her
Omen of death
Great deceiver
She's crossed your path, you are next
Dorchadas a-staigh (staigh)
Gun dòigh air teicheadh (teicheadh)
Dorchadas a-staigh (staigh)
Carson a thàinig i a ghabhail mo bheatha? (mo bheatha?)
Crooked old smile
With a blood sucking grin
Her gaze has trapped you
Now into the abyss
No more, she's set
Her eyes on you
Old whore, feasting on your life
Omen of death
Great deceiver
She's crossed your path
You are next
Dorchadas a-staigh (staigh)
Gun dòigh air teicheadh (teicheadh)
Dorchadas a-staigh (staigh)
Carson a thàinig i a ghabhail mo bheatha? (mo bheatha?)
Crooked old smile
With a blood sucking grin
Her gaze has trapped you
Now into the abyss
Feel your flesh
Ripping off your bones
Whilst you descend into
The fires below
You can't escape your fate
Your blood is boiling
Bleed!
Bleed!
Bleed!
Bleed!