Letra da Música Anann: Ermne's Daughter de Celtachor

Anann, ernmas's daughter
Deep within temhair she dwell's
A raging fire by a great cooking spit
The crow of battle
Wandering overhead

Anann, she is the crow of battle
Anann, trinity of the morrigan
Anann, eyes on the battlefield
Anann, flying overhead

Mechi one of her sons died
By mac cecht on magh fertaige
Three hearts serpent bound within
For if mechi lived
Anything living in
Ireland would have wasted away
At the top of magh luathad
The plain of ashes
Mac cecht did burn his three hearts
And threw them into a stream

The water turned black as death
And everything within it died
The sun covered in the shade
Of a hundred crows

The morrigan lifting
The dead from battle
To their final resting place
Goddess of battle, strife, fertility
Your form of crow, wolf and eel
Anann is her name
The trinity of the morrigan
Badb, macha and nemain

Deep within temhair she dwell's
A raging fire by a great cooking spit
Carrying the warriors
To the great hall's
Of high kings