A Tale of Doom and Passion

Returning weary from the barren planes My throat went dry after a long days ride Finally as the light of Dagda waned I reached a small ford by the riverside Standing knee-deep in the shallow stream My eyes felt on a maiden gowned in red Raven hair as dark as ebony Instantly my heart was set ablaze Like fire All hail and blessed be Great warrior of Lug I watch your every step Right from this place When tomorrow will be gone You shall return And I will wipe the blood Of battle from your face By the warrior god Will you tell me just For what you wait here by this shallow ford? I am the One Who washes the blood From the heads Of the slain I am the Crow Raven haired Mistress of Death Morrigan I am the Crow Raven haired Mistress of Death Morrigan Hearken my audience amidst the proud ringstones For I shall tell a tale most gruesome to behold You might call yourself warriors, fearless and bold But the beings of the spirit realm are still held in awe Even by the noblest of hearts For at the pre-eve of battle some shall encounter A maiden or withered crone kneeling beside a shallow Stream Its waters daubed in crimson,freshly spilled blood And for all those who meet her, washing the battle-slain Unevitably their doom's already spelled Morning sun has set The echoes of a battle Sweet tunes of death Caressing my ears Thousands will fall The harvest shall be great Hear my call Soon they will join with me I am the Crow Raven haired Mistress of Death Morrigan Severed heads Sunken eyes This is what Appeals to me Severed heads Sunken eyes This is what Appeals to me Beleaguered from all sides amidst the fray I fought with valor and all warriors pride But then the sharp blade of an enemy Spilt my life-blood as it pierced my side With the last view from my breaking eyes I noticed delicate hands fondling me The girl in red caressed my severed head Forever I'll enjoy her company Morrigan, the mistress of the dead In love we're bound for all eternity