The Morrigan's Call

Lyrics

(Whispered chant)* 
Blood and bone, ash and flame, 
The Morrigan calls out your name. 
Death and fate, night and lore, 
She walks behind you evermore.

**[Verse 1]** 
Beneath the blackened sky, where the rivers run cold, 
A shadow stirs in whispers, where the ancient truths are told. 
Her wings cut through the silence, a murder in the night, 
The Morrigan is rising, beneath the waning light. 

Mist curls like a serpent, binding life to fate, 
She walks where blood is spilled, through the battlefield’s gate. 
A seer of the ending, with her crimson-circled eye, 
The crow will croak your prophecy—who lives? Who must die? 

**[Chorus]** 
Oh Morrigan, Morrigan, Queen of Death’s embrace, 
Born of shadow, forge of war, the endless night you face. 
Oh Morrigan, Morrigan, your song’s an ancient plea, 
Sing to the fallen, their souls shall rise to thee. 

**[Verse 2]** 
She weaves a cloak of feathers, her voice a banshee's wail, 
A hunter of absolutes, where sorrow tips the scale. 
By cairns and cursed rivers, she walks a path of dread, 
Foretelling doom to heroes, their names among the dead. 

The banners fall in tatters, and the earth drinks deep in red, 
The Goddess stands in witness to the reckoning ahead. 
She smiles upon destruction, her blessing cold as stone, 
For even kings and warriors meet her hand alone. 
They all die alone

**[Chorus]** 
Oh Morrigan, Morrigan, Queen of Death’s embrace, 
Born of shadow, forge of war, the endless night you face. 
Oh Morrigan, Morrigan, your song’s an ancient plea, 
Sing to the fallen, their souls shall rise to thee. 

**[Bridge]** 
She’ll take the shape of maiden fair, then twist to crone’s cruel snare, 
Transforming to a raven dark, her power threads the air. 
In fractals of the future, her laughter chills the bone, 
She guides the tide of chaos, yet and claims the throne alone! 

**[Final Chorus]** 
Oh Morrigan, Morrigan, Queen of Death’s embrace, 
Born of shadow, forge of war, the endless night you face. 
Oh Morrigan, Morrigan, your song’s an ancient plea, 
Sing to the fallen, their souls shall rise to thee. 

**[Outro]** 
So heed the crow’s cruel caw upon the dying gale, 
For when the Morrigan is near, no sword or shield prevails. 
And as the world slips silent, on paths where shadows crawl, 
She grins, for Death and War will answer to her call.