Progressive Celtic folk track featuring an ominous dark, resounding beat to reflect the impending doom and the arrival of the hag
Copyright David King (Serundalmusic)2013 all rights reserved
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In the Celtic legend of The Caillech, when the Hag of Winter washes her white plaid in the Whirlpool of Coire Bhreacain, all around becomes snowy white and the wrath of winter sets in.
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The Hag of Winter
The mountains are shaking
The forests waken from their sleep
All creatures are hiding
The moon and stars begin to weep
The hag of winter
Her breath is an icy gale
A vision so ghostly
She enters in a shower of hail
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The hag of winter comes
It's so cold
The witch shall return again it's told
In the cauldron she washes
Her great tartan white as snow
The tempest starts howling
For three days the storm must blow
And then when it's over
The water boils with all it's might
She pulls out her tartan
And all around is snowy white
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The mists rise upon the hill
The earth shakes in fear
The hag of snow and ice is here
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