| Goddess of war, serpent of doom
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| Destroying all who encounter you
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| But there is one who you won’t kill
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| There is one whose blood won’t spill
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| Seeker of souls, taker of heads
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| I watch you conjure war among men
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| I will strike each form you take
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| Till you return to me and seal my fate
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| For one last glory I will prevail
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| The Morrigan, she calls out my name
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| Guarding the borders of my homeland
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| I slay the warriors of Cruachan
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| With bravery and battle rage
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| I kill them all in my domain
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| She appears to me before my eyes
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| Baying for blood in each disguise
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| Tell me now, how does it end?
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| Whisper to me, prophetess of death
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| A maiden wept as I came to the ford
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| With bloodied shield and broken sword
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| I could see they were my own
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| She stood lamenting this fallen soul
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| She disappeared from my sight
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| I knew I would not return from this fight
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| A black crow waits before I die
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| As I depart she’ll watch my spirit fly |