
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Gruagach! |
Deep within the forest dark |
Lies a beast with baleful bark |
Feasting on a infant’s soul |
Cross its path and pay the toll |
TURNAROUND: |
Aire! |
Gruagach! |
Aire! |
Gruagach! |
Pass not through the village gate |
Sun has set and day is late |
If you walk alone at night |
You meet black and grey and white |
Crouched upon a rock or tree |
It eats either you or me |
It needs neither knife nor bowl |
Drinks your blood out of your skull |
Eyes to flame a fearful red |
Claws to rend a body dead |
Teeth to strip your white bones bare |
They knit mittens from your hair |
They will tan your hide for shoes |
Boil your fat to grease their stews |
Singing shanties to your groans |
Playing pipes of hollowed bones |
Bridge: |
Run, hide, stay inside! |
Listen unto me! |
Dark sport is the court of the Unseelie! |
I have saved these words for last |
Learn them well and hold them fast |
Never venture from your bed |
Else your very soul is dead! |