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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. |