The Coraniaid [kɔˈranjaid] are a race of beings from Welsh mythology. They appear in the Middle Welsh prose tale Lludd and Llefelys, which survives in the Mabinogion and inserted into several texts of the Brut y Brenhinedd, a Welsh adaptation of Geoffrey of Monmouth's Historia Regum Britanniae. The Coraniaid figure in the tale as one of three plagues that affect Britain during the reign of King Lludd. They are characterized by a sense of hearing so acute that they can hear any word the wind touches, making action against them impossible.
The name Coraniaid appears to be related to the Welsh word corrach (plural corachod), translated as "dwarf", and its adjective form corachaidd, translated as "stunted" or "dwarfish".Middle Welsh orthographical variants include Coranyeit and Coranneit.
In the tale, the Coraniaid cannot be injured because their hearing is so sharp that they can hear any sound that the wind carries, and can thus avoid danger. With the help of a long horn that muffles their conversation, Lludd asks his brother Llefelys, king of France, for advice on the problem. Llefelys tells him that a certain insect crushed up and mixed with water is deadly to the Coraniaid, but harmless to the Britons. Lludd crushes up the insects and calls a meeting of all his people and all the Coraniaid, then throws the concoction over the whole crowd, thereby killing the Coraniaid without harming his people. He saves some of the insects for breeding in case the plague ever returns to Britain.
I am what the heart can only discover
I bleed for you
And now nothing but a painful reminder
Can't feel for you
Lost in a predicament
Can't help but experiment
With the other
Anticipate for another time
Lost in the maze of my mind
But you don't
And yet you won't
I see all the pouring rain around me
Yet I don't feel a thing
In time realize
Don't bother to stop and think
That sometimes when you can't be right
Got to find time to change the mind of another
But if you think that you might want to be
Don't hesitate to contain
But you don't
And yet you won't
Bleed my hands are still
See your face and so I
Leave this all for you
Until I bleed my hands are still
See you face and so I
Leave this all for you, down again
It's all in the face
It's all in the face
It's all in the face
Don't walk away
See my lie
But if it's too cold then you'll understand next time
So what's your hand and what's your ace