Old folklore;
tells of the one with vigour;
Whence she came? ;
whence she lay? .
A cry so fierce;
reveals the rest;
A cry so fierce;
deciphers death's nest.
Young and beautiful;
knows death's sickle;
Old and haggard;
never fails to dull the king's heart.
Cry of the Banshee;
oh what misery! ;
Cry of the Banshee;
reveals the underworld's secret.
Hearts of men lay tame;
hearts of men always solemn;
A cry in the night;
tells of death's fangs.
She adorns her hair;
she lays beauty to rest;
Cry of the Banshee;
do not fail to heed her warning.
A strange folklore;
in a land of demi-gods;
A strange culture;
sets death to picture.
Sweeter than horror;
she crests her hair with a silver comb;
Do not fall amongst us;
Do not touch her robe.
The cry of the Banshee;
the underworld's secret.
The cry of the Banshee;
she sojourns round the living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem