When the Morrigan moves through the fields
Only she the white is seen at the sky.
Single dark fogs fly across the heaven
and clothe the great Queen like a splendid robe.
When the Morrigan moves through the fields
She is bare, only her black hair covers her
Followed by a flock of crows
She strides through the world
The crows shriek hurries on ahead of her,
heralding of her harvest
When the Morrigan moves through the fields
She is Destroyess and Mistress of the world
One glance into her mirroring eyes
Leeds you across without pain
Every burning sorrow she takes away
in her cool black boat.
Additional Song for
Morrigu:
Let us beat the black drum
Let the Morrigan come
Let us beat the black drum
Till she will come
The rhythm is her's
Her's is battle and war
She brings us to the shore
Followed by crows she is
When she aims, she will not
miss
Let
us beat the black drum
Let the moaners come
Let us beat the black drum
Till she will come
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