Omen

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!