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The Fatal Sisters
Now the storm begins to lower,
(Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!)
Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
Hurtles in the darkened air.


Glittering lances are the loom,
Where the dusky warp we strain,
Weaving many a soldier's doom,
Orkney's woe and Randver's bane.


See the grisly texture grow,
('Tis of human entrails made!)
And the weights that play below,
Each a gasping warrior's head.


Shafts for shuttles, dipped in gore,
Shoot the trembling cords along.

Sword, that once a monarch bore,
Keep the tissue close and strong.


Mista, black, terrific maid,
Sangrida, and Hilda, see,
Join the wayward work to aid;
'Tis the woof of victory.


Ere the ruddy sun be set,
Pikes must shiver, javelins sing,
Blade with clattering buckler meet,
Hauberk crash, and helmet ring.


(Weave the crimson web of war!)
Let us go, and let us fly
Where our friends the conflict share,
Where they triumph, where they die.


As the paths of fate we tread,
Wading through the ensanguined field,
Gondula and Geira, spread
O'er the youthful king your shield.


We the reins to slaughter give;
Ours to kill, and ours to spare;
Spite the dangers he shall live.

(Weave the crimson web of war!)

They whom once the desert beach
Pent within its bleak domain,
Soon their ample sway shall stretch
O'er the plenty of the plain.


Low the dauntless earl is laid,
Gored with many a gaping wound;
Fate demands a nobler head;
Soon a king shall bite the ground.


Long his loss shall Eirin weep
Ne'er again his likeness see;
Long her strains in sorrow steep,
Strains of immortality!

Horror covers all the heath;
Clouds of carnage blot the sun.

Sisters, weave the web of death;
Sisters, cease, the work is done.


Hail the task, and hail the hands!
Songs of joy and triumph sing!
Joy to the victorious bands
Triumph to the younger king.


Mortal, thou that hear'st the tale,
Learn the tenor of our song.

Scotland, through each winding vale
Far and wide the notes prolong.


Sisters, hence with spurs of speed;
Each her thundering falchion wield;
Each bestride her sable steed.

Hurry, hurry to the field!
Written by: Thomas Gray