crone of war come set my spirit free Kill for Morrigan Maim for Morrigan Fight for Morrigan and you will Slay for Morrigan Die for Morrigan Morrigan
On the ground he lays, His lifeblood drains from him, The battle has been fought, And the fighting now stopped. He scans the battlefield, Oh the bloodshed
About the forthcoming battle, this piece is a dance tune called Old Noll's Jig.
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved 'Tis be like a burial pillar
goddess appeared Emptiness filled my mind Fervid thoughts crawled suddenly into me... Morrigan - three faced goddess dark and wild For thee I`ll raise my sword and shield Morrigan
I fall to my knees, I await my death. A fallen warrior, hear my last breath. I fought so fierce, I fought with pride. Now I am just another who died.
An enchanted wife, who never died A tortured fear, in heart I hear And the devils cry, that such beauty die A sacrifice, the hell demise This bitch will
The death shall rise in the name of the one who closed my eyes And see through their heads where carry thousand lies Where the breath of god in fire you
A cold, deep winter empowered the landscape And the skyline dip his dress in deep blood A grumbling sound penetrate through the clouds Of the warriors
A silver-grey moonlight breaks in the boughs of the trees To see a little girl praying to god The death of the blazing flames cunning with falsity And
A livid heaven scatter his light And dense clouds gatter the stars from the sky The sea strikes deep valleys in hell did welcome And the cold black ocean
The ravens follow a path of sorrow and tell The thought will always be mine The hell is hollow, the heaven left also A sky under stars don't shine And
heavy clouds And travel sublime on the dark mountain side, out of them you call Through the mountain hell, a crow on my side Shadows became longer, the Morrigan
Now on trial, and Satan smile And now you will burn Armageddon A soul rambled sad through the shadows of night Beyond the green hills a voice is singing
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved 'tis belike a burial pillar
Traduction: Horslips. La Morrigan Dream.
