Black id 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.
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Morrigan's Domain
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| Waylander |
