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Arystina - O'Dullahan

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/2qjJsX... Apple Music:   / odullahan   ~ This myth was suggested by ‪@Bigdaddyc30‬ at the beginning of the year. This one took me a bit as I knew absolutely nothing about this legendary creature of Irish folklore, and sources across the internet were all rather inconsistent. I decided to go with the more common description, of the Dullahan being a headless horseman (or coach-rider) and a type of dark fae, who would come to take the souls of those who were near death. It sounded very reminiscent to me as the more well-known Grim Reaper, as a sort of relative. For those more familiar with this mythological creature, I do hope I did it justice. ~ Lyrics by me: @Arystina Musical composition and voice made by Suno AI. Video/visualizer by Vizzy.io. (Video assistance by @Raging_Raven_Music. Thank you!) Image provided by ‪‪‪‪@Raging_Raven_Music‬ and edited by @Arystina. ~ Lyrics: Through mist and moor At twilight’s breath A shadow rides with scent of death No steed makes sounds on cursed stone Yet every heart can hear him moan His whip a spine from sinner torn His helm the skull he once had worn The Dullahan comes cloaked in black And none who see him turn him back Headless rider Fate’s own blade Calling names the stars forbade He speaks but once And all goes still A soul is lost against its will O’Dullahan O’Death’s own kin Let not thy gaze draw me within He rides where ancient graves lie deep Where banshees wail and widows weep With eyes that blaze in severed head A lantern for the newly dead The gates of church he cannot cross But smiles at every sacred loss For locks and prayers mean naught at all When through the dark You hear him call Headless rider Fate’s own blade Calling names the stars forbade He speaks but once And all goes still A soul is lost against its will O’Dullahan O’Death’s own kin Let not thy gaze draw me within There is no lock he cannot break No vow, no oath No saint to wake He rides for one He rides for you And when he stops There’s naught to do Headless rider Cold and pale, Bearer of the final tale He rides through storm He rides through flame And leaves behind a whispered name He carries his head with a gaze so wide The last thing seen before you die He calls no court He grants no plea The Dullahan comes And comes for thee So hush the child and quench the flame Tonight the rider speaks your name