Uploaded December 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
Spotify: open.spotify.com/track/2qjJsXA2Jyos2UdCGvcP5F?si=15c2e1722d5c4d0d
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/song/odullahan/1867114120
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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.
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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.
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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
Spotify: open.spotify.com/track/2qjJsXA2Jyos2UdCGvcP5F?si=15c2e1722d5c4d0d
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/song/odullahan/1867114120
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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.
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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
