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Tearth, wedd, en wen beanna.
She was a half-blood once with a black braid.
She died in war and returned with white hair.
N’te dearme, wedd, mire.
Restless and searching she is, alone and vengeful.
Don’t let her find you, don’t lead her to us.
Va, wedd, raenn.
Over the threshold, outside.
Into safe woods, away from the town.
Fort, wen beanna! Wedd, dice!
Return to where you had been killed, to the road.
Lie down beside the pale bones!
Cáelm, foilé beanna!
You hunger and feast.
But dead should you be and at rest!
Tearth, wedd, en wen beanna.