| Black I’d the Morrigan on this plain
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| Dark is her aspect, no remorse or shame
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| Washer at the ford for those who can see
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| The crone and the hag, goddess trinity
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| Goddess of war, denizen of death
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| Seeker of souls
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| She awaits your last breath…
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| Nightmare visions, choked with the bodies of the slain
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| Rivers run red, ravens alight on mounds of lifeless forms
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| Feasting horribly on carrion and broken bones
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| Once proud men, someone’s sons and brothers all
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| Where now is the glory in your war
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| No glory in your war
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| No glory in the grave
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| Hear the shriek of the Morrigan
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| As she circles preparing to dine
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| To dine upon the slaughtered souls
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| To feast on fresh dead flesh
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| Triumphant scream of ecstasy
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| Exultant in the misery
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| Wallow in the pain
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| Putrid stench of entrails and emptied bowels
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| Morrigan’s minions glut on unseeing eyes
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| A picture painted in detail so obscene
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| Morrigan greets all those souls who die
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| Eternal war she craves
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| Battles unceasing
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| Combatants increasing
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| Sweet stench of blood on the wind
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| Dishevelled warriors, expressions grotesque
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| Dismembered bodies, expressions grotesque
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| Her in her glory, goddess of war
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| Her in her glory, Morrigan’s domain |