[short instrumental intro] [Verse 1] She walks with hooves that never sink In bog or blood or bed of brink White as bone, her breath runs cold— She carries famine in her fold. [Verse 2] I saw her once ‘neath Samhain’s veil, Where rushes whispered death in tale. She looked at me—but not with eyes. Just hunger shaped in ancient guise. [Chorus] Do not speak, do not run— The Sow has already won. If you dream of her tonight, Leave a tooth to buy your light. [Verse 3] A Mháthair Gheal, mo chroí, mo chách, Why do you bear that broken back? What shame did Éire feed you raw To birth you into tooth and claw? [Bridge] [spoken word] "They fed her lies and dead men's gold, So now she walks where secrets mold. No prayer redeems, no rite can stave— She comes for those the soil won’t save." [Chorus] Do not speak, do not run— The Sow has already won. If you dream of her tonight, Leave a tooth to buy your light. [Verse 4 – partial Gaelic] Siar sa mhóin, tá sí ag fanacht— Fear i bpéin, bean gan anam. They kissed the curse, and bore her name… Now famine walks with ghostless flame. [Outro] She waits where twilight breathes in peat. White sow, white grief, white death on feet. And if you feel the cold grow near— Don’t run. Just weep. She loves the fear. [fade out]
