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Anann, Ernmas's Daughter

Deep within Temhair she dwells

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.